Above a road is a broad chapter,
It resonates like words of the spirit;
One bird binds its nest to the trees of tense
Branches that are so knowledgeable.
The miracles of the tree are numerous
According to gifts and presents that matter,
The old leaves resound like butter and cheese
On the springing scones, trees are built.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem