It seems someone has cast a dark net
And the town has become a trout caught in that net;
It seems no morning has ever approached here, -
The town has sub-merged in an over-flowing darkness.
The town seems to be an island of fairy tale.
It seems someones, like giants, are snatching away
The ornament from a teen girl's forehead
And then devouring her bone-marrow with rapture.
It seems someones, by tearing the civilization into pieces,
Are eating up finally its bones and flesh.
Hadn't ever a single monk or saint come
Amid the darkness here?
Then you, o poet, take the responsibility
And play the guitar of light into this darkness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem