Now comes the dusk, a prelude to this night
of vermilion skies and dream filled slumbering.
O tempestuous colors of delight
brazenly creating landscapes as these
the mountains and seas all encompassing;
descending in waves round this spinning earth,
dancing with nature in untoward glee,
wanton visions bare lustful gods in mirth
offering pleasure as the carnal scenes burst forth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem