-We are buds of a profound dream
-Shall we bloom ultimately?
one sunny day?
-Without trembling of any leaf
-here?
-no, in the valley of death
-darkness, lonliness
-no, in the solitude of elegance
-who shall look fondly at our dull and vapid faces? Who shall smell our fragrance?
-.....
- another fall?
-.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have succinctly portrayed the uncertainty of the situation created by terror machines. Thanks. We are buds....in the valley of death / -darkness, lonliness Who shall smell our fragrance?
Thanks dear Manga. I appreciate your comment.