When lilies and roses spread their
Wings like sparrows the old sunflowers
Turn their heads towards the sun;
Pigeons coo inside their cotes
Like a shepherd playing its flute
And a bumblebee weeping in seclusion
Serrated leaves of the aged trees
Fall on the ground to make a bed
For retired men to lay and snore
Their sticks with serpent heads keep
A watch on them
Sun goes down like a bloody eye
Sparrows shed plumes over wrinkled faces
Pigeon stop cooing
Bony feet are pricked by blades of grasses
Dusk is reflected in their small faces
This is a very soothing, calming poem! I love many lines, but this one tells me how we are the same " and a bumblebee weeping in seclusion
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Images of life and nature are so similar.what a lovely poem!