These winter days have been long and cold
For the one who waits on the birth in me,
For though she carries the seed I hold
I carry the watchword, ‘Destiny! '
The cosmic clock in my loins has set
The future freeze on the planet’s race
And what was set by my lovers clasp
Will shine in the new-born spirit’s face.
The planets whirl and the planets wheel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem