They shaved his head;
Painted black stripes...
...on his forehead and face...
...clothed him in shoddy clothes...
...out of jealousy of his beauty...
...or protecting him from the evil eye,
But, how long will mist and fog hide...
...the beauty of the sun?
The mist and fog will soon be erased;
The brilliant sun shining on the azure sky...
...will come out of hiding...
...and shower the light on us.
Mykoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem