Night rode on the waves with
Ghosts and shrouds:
Ah! I am angry
I suspend Immortality
And ghosts and shrouds that were
Said: ‘Justice has been done! ’
We that did not reach Immortality
Now that is suspended
We
We will be equal with the breathing
Humans
They too we will as ghosts and shrouds
They too must march like us in the long nights
They too must march with us in the long nights
And mourn like baying wolves to the sad moon’.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem