I saw him passing through the square
As I to confess yet again myself I bore
Through the humid frost of the morn air:
Him – the enemy?
So I assert – forgive me!
The bells began to sound merrily
Heavy their clangor; hard the metal
Head struck the old aged bronze
And the sound came
With every step I saw it now all change
And the next moment saw it just the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem