With each day, light-broke, expands
Upon which gaping view
As precarious, for an abyss
World-dooming, stared into
Voices, tempest-like, there out
Fervent with warning rise:
'Man, if you heed, Hell will recede.
And this, heard in your guise! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loved this one, dear poet