A gasping confession
of a pubescent fault.
Why did you enter the bed
of a molten lava?
Wisdom was in silent eyes
not on the lips of a blackened rose.
The water was white and cool
the sun was red and hot.
A mirror will never tell the truth.
Bleached was the face of moon.
One night I will be killed
in the hands of a benevolent foe.
wise words in this brilliant poem.what it says is true and easy to understand.
Geography of youth recklessness leads to the end concluding lines One night I will be killed in the hands of a benevolent foe(Wife or girl friend) than for the poem..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I thought I understood this, until I came to the second word. Anyhow, my conjecture has projected its own significance upon the piece, and it has not been an unworthwhile exercise, though I confess I will never know whether the trajectory of my surmisals mirrors at all the furrows of the poet's ruminations.