Being out of shadow, the half-shadow
Whispering to the ears of air:
‘Go forth, where there is an azure meadow
And tell to the boundless desire:
Would remain nothing, my dear,
But, immortal is Shadow.’
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent work! Best narrated. I enjoyed this poem. Thanks, a lot of thanks dearest poet Rahman henry.