Van Gogh wantedto mix a material rainbow of colors
From primary red, yellow and blue in the sense of the divine.
In the Holy Light, the love theme of the flower clock discolors.
The empty glasses on the tables lack the Holy wine.
The ideal round tablesassume their infinite regress,
While huddling down in a stupor the lonely men around.
Their eyes do not see the sense of life and true noblesse.
From a corner view, silent colors search for the sound.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem