The earth ponders,
'I feel, a thousand deaths on my body,
no more flowers left to bloom,
no more harvest to reap,
tears have become irony'.
The sky touches the face of the blue earth and whispers,
`I am so yours'.
The earth wonders,
`How could that be.
You are boundless.
You have so starries jewels in your treasure,
stars, suns and moons,
and I, I am little, I have no light'.
And the sky replies,
Haven't you noticed?
Your bosom is as green
and your heart glisterning in trampled darkness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem