A molten medley of rays
that sears the fading skies
Lines of russet
burnt orange and gold
Sizzles in canary yellow
invigoratingly bold
A dazzling show of streaks
As the secondhand ticks
The mighty sunset peaks
With a final burst of flames
we bathed in its after glow
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I would like to translate this poem