The Glow Worm
Spoke out
The glow-worm:
It grieves me
It grieves me.'
Stopped.
‘I stop for I am
Sad.
At least
If you throw me
Into oblivion
Trample not on me'
‘Clouds pass
Over moon and stars
And
In the country zones
Benighted yourself
Finding
What light except my
Light
Into that immense dark
And hideous? '
At least if you not
Praise me
Or lesser thank me.
Do not trample on me'
Spoke out
The glow-worm:
It grieves me
It grieves me.'
Stopped.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem