My moon crashed
on the terrace tonight. I want
to say good night queen!
Collecting the ash
from the forehead of sun I
ask the cobra to strike.
Where will you find
hemlock? It slowly ascends
the limbs. Like my dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like a dream collecting the ash of crashed moon is very amazing. This poem is very brilliantly penned.