A dormant volcano is hidden-
In the invisible forest of the bosom of the chilly evening;
But the pollen of desire rolls in the wind-chariot.
Born blind swims in the murky water-
The night-blind strange fishes and blue neuron.
Blunt and brazen skull hang dangerously by ant's bite.
On the extended tongue of the molten water-clock.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem