In the cold shroud
You lay
But now the birds
The Spring
Dance, sing!
Mother, mother!
I saw your Spirit yesterday
And it crossed proud and
Head held high
On a sweet knoll by
Kuljat hill
And it was dusk
And it was before night
And was before the stars
And was before the moon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem