Let the trees stir to-night - the moon shall come.
Nor night stars disappoint to light.
The winds shall neigh complaints
Sad but not broken heart
And wisdom you shall go round to heal.
And night Shades shall lisp from lips:
Trembled delight and joy in suffering
And Journey on Journey continue to the Golgotha.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem