Is it/she a piece of land?
Is it/she a myth?
Is it/she a play game
Nameless, honourless?
And men, dry and
Windless sky!
Is there no grass, no tree,
No flower no light
In the area?
So also no meaning is there
In coming and going.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem