‘Light! Light!
Shouted the multitude
Look at the mountain
Expected the thunder.
‘Light! Light! ’
Tottering a ball of fire
Rapid down a
Mountain gorge
Yet no thunder.
Stopped
Their prayers the multitude
And
Began
To lament the multitude
But
The Light in the Heavens
That be Light of all Lights
It spoke suddenly:
Disperse multitude
For the heavens be not pleased
And
The heavens will to be rain fire
Soon
Not thunder
And dispersed all lamenting
The multitude
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem