we are weeping over sons we lost
tears are griefs that are condensed
sons are weeping over
brothers lost and daughters weeping
in the sun the flowers spring out
in the rain umbrellas
in the sun the joys spring out
felled by scythe and sagging
sorrows spring out in the sun
shadows stretch themselves so long
tears are griefs that are condensed
laughing is evaporated grieving
as long as we can laugh
then we can also cry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well conceived and nicely penned with conviction. An insightful creation. Thanks for sharing Torgeir.