The clouds gather upon the mountain
And the thracian herdsmen stands with his spear
Desperate toend the life of a bear
So i stand, devastating looking down golden-gate
Wondering to jump down as i fix the date
Should i elude under a hole,
To hide myself, from the world as a whole?
Hang myself or prepare my grave with a hoe
Nostalgically, i stand staggering to move up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem