That was the child: but years that
Passed motion that moves as
Motion in the mass universe
And the child grew and walked a youth.
No longer boy, though first a boy
And then the soul of boy in to
The body of youth, then
The soul of youth in to the body of man.
Twilights have been as the red dusks
The curtains of the days have fallen
So many times, for centuries:
And rose again in so many Dawns.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem