Dark cloud suffused the sky,
With the time it became darker and darker,
Finally darkness engulfed the entire atmosphere,
But I had to walk,
I had a little candle,
I lit it and began to proceed,
Soon the weak and infirm candle was completely extinguished
By the great strength and wrath of murky cloud,
I remained silent and still.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sense of surreal gray loneliness. At least the candle is what became informed and not the poet beneath the darkening sky.