reaching back through years to youth
from longing heart with weathered hands
to caves that echo golden loves
and pleasures of life's great demand
crawling through the wreck of time
o'er wastelands cast imprisoned years
the endless tundra's lonely song
begs windburned eyes for frozen tears
ages gone cool waters lush
through fertile flowing gorges run
where lady fingers' gentle dew
still beckons in the morning sun
passion yields to time all love
as beauty fades in slow decay
the finest flowers bloom atop
the mountains at each close of day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good multidimentional poetic work. Thanks