When snow at last will fall on Kuljat hill
The red-tailed rabbit will limp to its lair
Amidst the flakes and frozen icicles
The skies will be as lead and overcast
With worries and ills they never had;
The night will hide into a well and then
The dawn and morn will rise not on the hill.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem