We promised to meet at kash flower thicket of autumn
Alas! Smeared with anguish of separation alone I am
Fascinating woman! At this mind will not blossom the flower
Running fast like the cloud ooze rain never
Being deceived of mirage in oasis I turn about
You do not exist so this vagabond merely dead due to thirst
Going on floating with cloud laughs the memorial album.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem