Rags frae the moon and tatters o sun,
We'll fly awa when time is done.
Wind for a sark; the sweet yird for shoon.
Rags frae the sun; tatters o moon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great lines! Beautiful piece of poetry nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. Thanks for sharing John.