The horns in the harbor booming, vaguely,
Fog, forgotten, yesterday, conclusion,
Nostalgic, noising dim sorrow, calling
To sleep is it? I think so, and childhood,
Not the door opened and the stair descended,
The voice answered, the choice announced, the
Trigger touched in the sharp declaration!
And when it comes, escape is small; the door
Creaks; the worms of fear spread veins; the furtive
Fugitive, looking backward, sees his
Ghost in the mirror, his shameful eyes, his mouth diseased.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
A timely update of Hamlet and his sin-not acting quickly, putting things off, rationalizing. Hamlet was also courageous when he needed to be and had other virtues. A beautifully balanced poem.