I wondered why the rain fell like ghosts,
Where were they uttered, which district?
Pain dissolved the night, night of cowardice
Happened to fight and deliver the self.
What is warning and what is shame?
The natural one is the shame of the heralds,
The warning has been espoused to beauty,
Fine wonder of the year-like period.
I wondered why they feel tears in a row,
Why are they crying in so deep tremors?
Internal fear is the guarantee of a season
In ruins, of the black bent brain that wins.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem