Sweet the simple
Simple sweet
And the two
Be made to meet.
Night is calling
Owls are rustling
Nightingales singing
Waters brimming
From the cataract leap
Glancing moonlit waters
Loud
And the grey rocks light
Aloud!
Souls to this site fly
Here lie before you vie
For wealth power glory
All.
Sweet the simple
Simple sweet
And the two
Be made to meet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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