and the raging rain won't efface the eerie sight engraved in her hurting heart…
eastern wind,
tell her how she could deal with this enormous eagre in the evil spinning eddy…
tell her how to eschew the effigy from her evening dream…
this life etches her memory, exacerbates her feeling…
angel of hope,
help her to get her exultation back, let her eyes exude the sweetest tears
if you can't extenuate her feeling and
unable to extract the evening star to replace this elegiac embitterment
please don't turn a deaf ear to this entreaty
yet don't even preach her to endure the despotic destiny! ! !
just let her eat eleven elderberries that grow in the grove
and eventually,
on this escritoire she writes the evocative elegy
and tries to expunge certain names from the estuary of her life…
forever…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem