Blow wild wind, wild the blow!
Let thy blasts torn the sea!
Scrub our settlements, the cemetery!
We ain't but little dreams
Hiding, behind the trees.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wind blows and shows us little dream. Behind trees with breeze we realize this wind. Interesting sharing...10
Thanks Kumarmani for ever extending possibilities of meaning