the sun sail to sleep at the west
the moon matches and mounts the sky
the sparkling stars stare at empty earth
as trees bow to the push of breeze
crickets cry from their cosy caves
like mourners close to Mkar mountains
angry dogs quarrel late returners
while lamps lit up dark tall tents
scalar spirits search the earth
but for souls its sleeping time
soon dawn shall drive by
and the once empty street shall be
but a lousy and busy place
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem