The mountain
mocks the wind.
The frail wind - perfervid, persistent
One gentle breeze at a time,
Assails it.
Torment
Each moment to the next,
Aeons.
The mountain - once mighty and haughty,
now shorn of arrogance
The frail wind
At peace,
Lovers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting.., sometimes those gigantic, arrogant mountains or people who are too self-centred find no time to love, whereas, the 'meek and weak' find tender love... Thank you for sharing...