Who barricaded the old with doors, which began
to go forth as when it burst out from the womb, how
about the cloud in it's garment or thick gloom us
it's swaddling band, and to proceed to break up regulation
upon it and to set a bar and doors and say this for you
may come and no farther and here the works are limited,
who caused the down to know it's place?
to take hold on the extremites of the earth? Where now
is the way by which the light distributes itself?
Have you entered into the storehouse of the snow?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem