The Empire crumbled.
And the rich man became
a beast who eats grass.
No sound or flesh
can console the panick-sick
pharaoh
whose 17th nightmare mumbles:
Consider the lilies,
Behold the sparrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well love the haiku would apprecite if u enlihtened me about the context as well :))