This night on track, that's single and narrow,
Passed by two shadows, void of mirth -
The two who're predestined forever
To be the poles of the earth -
And separated in the morning,
And every one of them preserved,
Another heart's and mind's belonging -
For ages different sense and thought.
And by a chance in shadows mingled
With native leaves the alien ones
In secret copy a beam, single -
To gain the features they had once.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem