The night asks who am I ?
I am its secrets-anxious, black, profound
I am its rebellious silence
I have veiled my nature, with silence,
Wrapped my heart in doubt
And solemn, remained here
gazing, while the ages ask me,
Who am I ?
Thw wind asks who am I ?
I am its confused spirit, whom time has disowned
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem