Thunder and lightening in the sky, day and night;
Sun and moon hiding calm without light,
Heavy downpour and roaring like floods,
Man and animals crying in the cities and woods,
Over her cold fire, the house maid broods;
All creatures that love sun are out of hoods,
Sky is loaded like a maid, going to birth:
The muddy children splash in waters, in mirth.
Like a traveler tired, sitting upon the moor;
Heard the thunder and flood waters fur-ore,
Paced like a feared hare, hid like a maiden coy:
Shivering scared but not like a dancing lass shy:
‘God’, shouted I: bless me stay safe and locked;
Cursed by an old naked farmer at a far lagoon rocked.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem