Sip the liquid sun as it gleams:
Before the light fades from your eyes;
Before the redness slips from your lips;
Before your golden hair turns to grey.
Weave frail rainbow dreams of wonder:
Before evening casts its shadows:
Before the moon turns into blood:
Before the stars fall from the skies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Never lose chances. Don't let time take it from you.