oh nay
can't you see by the eve of the night
what's so humbly displeasing?
Once gleeful tale becomes rattled
that can soothe no fright
warmth traveled to a place it dared
what is being declared
gave truth to the day
the heart wasn't found there
oh nay
does the bomb burstling flare not glare
doeth you not care to even know where?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem