When the the clouds descend
And the mountains tower
Amid a great storm and the way
Is ensnared in every danger
Be firm
The clouds will go
And the mountains come
You will find a way within the spurs
And thin through your cravings
Fulfil them or they foolfil you
Then the blame will be yours
For the clouds had gone!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
greta storm and the way, good one..