- She's- She's in the riverbed, in algae
And weeds...She went to them
To sleep, - but there's no sleep there, either!
- But she's the one I loved
Like forty thousand brothers
She's in the riverbed, in algae:
Algae! . . And her last garland
Has surfaced in the logs by the bank...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem