There are clouds
Grey and black
Above the heated
Summer houses
The rain has
Finally arrived
Soaking the air
Like a cool spring's breeze
Children are playing
In fields green and yellow
And the sun is playing shadows
Inside the mosque with people praying
50 miles away
There is no other village
And the road is pitch black
As the sun says farewell
To the children
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the far is shining graceful in thinking// beautiful poem