A despondent highway is stretched,
its eyes set on the far horizon
On the cold dirt of its bosom,
its grayish beauty spread
As if some saddened woman
in her lonely abode, lost in thought.
In contemplation of union with her Beloved
every pore sore, limbs limp with exhaustion
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Verily, a fine presentation of the nature with an excellent similitude...10