She is calling,
Can you listen to her?
I can listen,
It's coming from the deepest cell of the world,
It's a soft and painful cry of the mother world,
Still it is clear and vivid in my alert and sensitive ears,
She is inviting me to write a tranquil poetry
To soothe her injured soul,
Don't worry, dear mother,
I will surely write the great poesy for you now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
she the love she the mother of poetry writing!