while passing through wonderful moonlight
I saw a primeval bird drinking the moon
and devouring the silence of moonlit night
tearing it into pieces.
Opening the carnivorous breast of the moon
with its claws, sharper than razors.
this bird was pecking at the silvery heart.
The yellow body was covered under blood,
still the bird went on playing
the cruel game of bloodshed.
Suddenly the moon-devouring bird
rose to its wing for fear of life
as it had sensed the presence of mankind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem