I didn't ask you for
the surge from the femme fatale.
The prowess of man brings horror.
O moment of pain,
don't go to the moon to end the marriage
of grass with the Himalayas.
My imbalance with agony
brings a solar pull to meet the gods of
oceans. The earth has blocked the rivers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem