Looking up into the mountains, mind saying good afternoon
to cacti clinging to their sides, sharing their feelings
of being alone.
Much like this mere poet does all through this life, ener-
gizing and finding the essence of this earthly world, being
held by nature and music as they cooperate together.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A union of nature and music often produces poetry, as this one of yours. I too love both.