Listening to melodies being played by sorrow,
plucking heartstrings of sadness, tears fall-
ing like notes through many rhythms.
One by one dropping from eyes of blue, moisten-
ing cheeks, glistening in the sunlight like
gems from above.
All in all, living in spite of it, finding a
way through turbulence and turmoil of this
earthly and temporary life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem