The winter sun looks haunted
By some gloom implicit,
Or an early full moon lost
Her way in clouds' wilderness!
My inner eyes open towards
The gray mountainous clouds
That sweep across the horizon
In all her splendor strange.
Spectacular streaks of hues
Over her glimmering visage
Might denote the virgin mysteries
Of oceans, concealed since ages.
Don't you hearken the wind's rustles
That shrills the skin and senses,
The barren branches of bare bushes;
Some severe Prophetic proclamations?
I sense an impending avalanche grave,
Of hails by the dense darkness nearing,
That sends shivers within and around;
Advent of another annihilation?
Cattle with drooping heads,
Instant quivers on their skins;
Panic-stricken birds and dogs,
Pack of crickets chant of doom?
The last veil of frozen rays
Falls behind the mammoth hills,
Dusk played her bugle loud
With thunder, lightning and of rain.
The dark and heavy showers,
And other nocturnal powers
Might merge the seas and rivers,
But, will they surpass our prayers?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem