You cannot look in to the stars that far?
You cannot draw the curtain on the years and
centuries yet to come?
you cannot?
Here is the night, the cold, the sad fugue.
there is the frost but more serenity.
I cannot choose but to remain tied to the
Earth.
I cannot escape the embraces rough of the
old dust
The night is cold outside, here cold but not
as that.
you cannot look in to the stars that far?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem