It is somewhat what’s what,
Her huge ship sandbanks,
Panther’s feet on waited strand.
A roe’s sprightly glide to hunter’s glade,
Glorious forbidden in dream-land shade.
A gallant lover upon hushed –hopper –bed.
The virginal widow weaves the tapestry ,
The some-what what’s what, -standstill mystery.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem