Is the moon embarrassed?
Why has she turned red?
Could it be,
So many people looking at her this night
Before she falls asleep?
Why has she turned red?
Now! All she wants to do is fade away
and hide before the morning light...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The carmine moon has no feelings of its own, as such. We merely feel for it, if it is a would-be Mars. The poem is all right, but too simplistic in a way that calls for more, not fewer, adjectives...and that is rare.