A depth of urgency
and deep pathos
is captured in
these verses as
the metaphor
of a weary hind,
parched from
the blistering
heat of the day,
is exhausted from
the pounding pursuit
of howling hounds,
who are relentlessly
hot on her trail
and baying for her blood.
(Ref. Psalm 42: 1 of the Holy bible)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem