The sun is setting and all the pets of the night are steady
Mice, insects, awls and bets every one is ready
A new day in the night
Old for hunting and young just for a new lesson to study
It’s a feast for every one, vegetarians, insect eaters…
Or those whose food is just bloody
If you can’t see the light of the hope in the shadow of pain
You’re just blind… my body
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem