To such a man, when village recalls him
'Tis very fine that it relates wisely
Who is clear, and straight as my rondel rhyme
Almost same to declaimer of the Love
Not only an hour, seeming to be grey,
That not only a bud may shake above
So he comes as to be diurnal sun light
To speak all minds of stored quivering;
And to be gay is not overdone right
As same as clouds play in favour of wind
......
In the village,
darkness sweeps through,
amidst blinding flashes,
and the rumbling of the sky's belly
as the winds blow in,
dust and fog follow.
dark clouds come hurrying with them
the trees sway - this way and that
to the whistling of the breeze,
as open windows and doors shut.
......
To such a man, when village recalls him
'Tis very fine that it relates wisely
Who is clear, and straight as my rondel rhyme
Almost same to declaimer of the Love
Not only an hour, seeming to be grey,
That not only a bud may shake above
So he comes as to be diurnal sun light
To speak all minds of stored quivering;
And to be gay is not overdone right
As same as clouds play in favour of wind
......
In the village,
darkness sweeps through,
amidst blinding flashes,
and the rumbling of the sky's belly
as the winds blow in,
dust and fog follow.
dark clouds come hurrying with them
the trees sway - this way and that
to the whistling of the breeze,
as open windows and doors shut.
......