Underneath her faint smile the cliff of deep secret pain lies-
A strange mask of life lived in accordance with consciousness
Dim eyes in the emptiness of winter sees -
The muffled cry of the accumulated leaves
Excitement of blood is drowned by the gravitation of the frosty night.
Neigh sounds in the youthful buds of cannonball tree;
Beautiful feathers fly in the wind
An attempt to catch the wild cheer-
In Moths fly but Venus' pitiful bugle is heard
The fire of desire burns in the invisible ring of the city
Light is there on the endangered map of darkness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem