I didn't know when I began,
I didn't know how I began,
I was moving in a trance,
I was writing and writing about the fantastic scene,
It was truly divine
And I had no intention to stop.
But the final bell rang,
It reminded me that the dark curtain was about to fall,
So I had to stop, unwillingly though,
My great poetic realm remained unsaturated,
It was crying bitterly,
But I had nothing to do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem