The earth has cloaked the folds of the horizon
with its mud-dyed, faded grey anchal
of deep pathos.
out of some depth of the clouds, as though
towards some inviting home
lit by evening lamp.
Through the sunset-dim casement of the sky
which lovelorn bride of endless time
casts her fearful eyes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem