Lunar with the nocturnal goes
And both with
The revolution of the Earth round Sun
The turning round and round of such
A proud peacock:
Imagine a peacock being turned
On his axis round and round and round
What humiliation!
Yet Earth calls it revolution!
And after all it gives us Night and Day
And in between the joys of dusk and dawn
Afternoon and sunset and the rest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem