A Winter Night.
(Translation of 'Winternag' by Eugene N. Marais.)
Oh, cold is the wind
and thin.
And shining in the feint light
and naked,
as great as the Lord's mercy,
lies the fields in starlight and shade.
And high on the hills
scattered among the blaze,
the grass seeds are moving
like beckoning hands.
Oh, how sad the tune
on the East wind's beat,
like the song of a young girl
forsaken in love.
In the fold of each grass stalk
shines a drop of dew,
and soon it grows pale
from frost in the cold!
The End.
24/01/2007.
