With piercing death
Unending woe hotly wails its
Song to Justice’s all hearing ears
Sending winter’s untainted gift
Gently bleaching all bright
Mercifully dusting
Augusts’ fiery abode
In purest translucencies
Of cooling white
Love’s extraordinary comforter
Softly encasing
Domicile’s sorrow
Exposing only
His footprints leading
His beloved
To those most healing heavens
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fierce tone. Feels like winter. Brr