Watching the sun setting over a calm sea,
Is like pondering the deep textures of dreams.
Striking colours of blood red and fiery gold
Elicit a sense of awe within one's soul.
They seem to challenge artists to paint something
As sublime. Yet the magic that Nature brings
Forth surely cannot be surpassed. We poor poets
Can only hint at what she constantly begets.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem