Shadows of time past,
haunts,
dreams of morrow
hollowed today
paves the way
harsh and narrow
Sins of fathers,
Visits,
the graves of the sons
With inescapable candor
Leaves,
An inexplicable sorrow
In the glow of shine-less sun
And a moonless night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem