Here upon the ground do I lie,
The hint of death upon my eye,
No longer can I see,
The man I used to be;
Though when the clouds float away,
My eyes close upon the light of day.
So now I dance, the Dance of Ages,
A thing talked by sages,
A forever timeless era,
Passing forever more,
Though, no more, can you see the lore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very good poem. Ron