When you be ready I will then
Climb with you into
The clouds that bolster up the
Trousers of the high heavens
Immense:
There was a feeling, then an
Excitation
Then a stimulation,
Then of verse the fire
Lighted up wanton desire
Broke off
The parched and dust-clad rock struck
With the iron of the Poet-Seer
Pierced to the heart
The stubborn rock at last
Let out the verses and the notes and
Songs.
At last.
At last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem