See how the barren bleed
In fertility
And still cry when the womb is gone
Youth never continues to blossom
Because the sun rises everyday
And where the powder hues heap
There wrinkles will abound
When the sun sets
All the shadows will hide
And the hands grope in vain
For the youthful light
Lost to fads that fade
And a woman is full of Lamentations.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem sir, thanks for sharing.