alone in the midst of the people
Dalai Lama had been fallen little by little
you decided to write a poem of apology
soaked by the flood after eight days of agony
French Suites are performed gently
he declared how to honor the family
does you really dream a skylight above Modena?
servants were well worth the extravagant fiesta
a street beggar did not feel either love or hate
as humble as an Oriental bird, you hear
the idyllic mansion waited for the last call
the rest of autumn like arduous fate
so much impatience ever since altogether
a past moment could be so innocence after all
a street beggar did not feel either love or hate as humble as an Oriental bird, you hear the idyllic mansion waited for the last call the rest of autumn like arduous fate 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting piece to read.