...henceforth
i desist from translating
you again,
i will be lost and it is not
easy to be grappling in those alien
words that you constantly utter
without rhyme or
cadence....
i am lost now
drifting like a leaf upon the surface of the river
and you are there mumbling still
far away from me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem