In the long winter, long, long
Hammers struck
Day and night
Night and day
Even on old Mtahleb:
The rocks slid in to the sea-depths
Giddying heights
And
Perpendicular to the bosoms of the sea
And Dawn tiptoeing came over the waves
And Day behind a corner watched and stayed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem