There Verses speak.
The Verses speak.
I saw the phosphor in the Night.
To the dusty way it gave light
I saw phosphor beyond midnight.
I saw the utter silence on rock
Seated with chin in hand
Old, wise chin as that
Of the wise white-beard of Philosopher.
Night shall not always cover Dark
At Dawn paces are seen in dust of night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem