A sudden inspiration has approached
(If I may call this stuff in such a way) ,
The common law of nature is abolished
And snow is whirling fast out of place.
Whom are these twisted flakes created by?
Who is to blame for such misunderstanding?
They sound like the tunes of lullabies;
They dance as if infected with a craving.
Brief was the wonder's living on the throne,
It passed away as quickly as was born.
Amusement, melody and peace are gone.
The usual existence has returned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nature is always full of wonders and misteries! Thanks.