The bells strike eight.
A dozen and more churches peal.
Outside the streets wet with rain.
Rain fell throughout the night.
The Dawn is lead and frowns.
The sea is grey and so the clouds.
Dense and thick the clouds threaten rain.
The ancient city sleeps out still the night.
It calculates that is its preference.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem