To introduce myself to your story
It’s as the frightened hero
If he touched with naked toe
A blade of territory
Prejudicial to glaciers I
Know of no sin’s naivety
Whose loud laugh of victory
You won’t have then denied
Say if I’m not filled with joyousness
Thunder and rubies to the hubs no less
To see in the air this fire is piercing
With royal kingdoms far scattering
The wheel crimson, as if in dying,
Of my chariot’s single evening.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.