Half of this troubled year is now over,
And summer's warm blood flows through the flowers.
Although the dark birds of prey still hover,
I sense the presence of divine powers.
And sometimes I can glimpse eternal light,
As it moves between the stars and the earth.
Its sheer beauty transcends mortal delights.
It points the way to those things of true worth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem