In this Wilderness of World incessant
tributes are preached and days martyred in trust
of your love, Lady of loquacious speech.
In this folly of breath the months advance
and my voice once so certain is now hushed;
to what do I return and victory yield.
Will I be upstaged behind your curtain
you just my one act someone new will steal?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
upstaged behind curtain, very fine writing.