The shrieking of the mindless wind,
the moaning tree-boughs swaying behind.
And falling leaves are grey, yellow, red
So light and fragile in earthly shade.
the spell of prophecy in sky high
the white dances in cloud's sigh
Unbound hair touches the frozen lip
In rambling mind companionship,
And, the drops of dew flight down
Evening chanting in freezing town.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem