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 own light. And Beyond that, in the modern era, in the Barbaric greed of civilization, I feel, a thousand deaths on my body, no more flowers left to bloom, no more harvest to reap, tears have become irony, fades daylight''.
And the sky replies, ‘'I know, They came with iron chains,
claws sharper than the wolves,
came hordes of hunters with perverted eyes of contempt. But, even if your tears are restive your heart glistening in trampled darkness'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem