I looked for him everywhere 
Because I wanted him to play; 
And then I found him on his bed 
Asleep, but it was day. 
His eyes were shut behind the lids-- 
He couldn't lift them up to see. 
And I looked at him very long, 
And something in him looked at me. 
And he was something like a cat 
That is asleep, or like a dog; 
Or like a thing that's in the woods 
All day behind a log. 
'And then I was afraid of it, 
Of something that was sleeping there. 
I didn't even say his name, 
But I came down the stair.'                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    