If mountains are immovable, yet crumble
Under the oppression of time, who are we
To stand, and strive for and demand
A legacy that lasts beyond the borders
Of our limited temporal sphere - hazy
And unclear - while up above the fates
Hover with scissors above gossamer
Strands, and whisper “Be carful
What you wish for.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem