Soon the evening sky will host a croud of twinkling stars
Their songs and claps will make the moon to smile
It will bear the glorious crown for a while
At dawn comes the sun to claim again the throne
Away goes the moon to a place unknown
Flowers bid goodbye
As fresh fruits come by
Old memories are forgotten
As new accounts are begotten
The raging storm armed with lethal weapons
Bows to the rainbow's colourful ribbons
Strength leaves you and you start to feel cold
Suddenly no more a youth and you start to grow old
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How true that everything does have its time. This is such a beautifully written poem. Well done!