After the Clouds passed..
Thee Asymptomatic Clouds…
Neither was Wind of them
Nor chilly rains
Nor mists and vapors
Nor the trembling Thundering
Nor rainbow Lightning:
Remained the Same, as were the Same
As yet
In the hearts' panting:
And in Fear and in Regret
And hundred and more Pangs that bite the Soul:
For then
The Asymptomatic as the Symptomatic were.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem