Watch a star that slides above a mountain silhouette and down the sky,
It Blinds the eyes as it shoots by, noiseless and shy
Yet too glaring, too burning and too quick to hold,
Too remote to succumb, too lovely to be owned or bought or sold,
Good only to quickly aspire wishes on in any language or tone
And then forever to be forgotten and from our world to be gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem