This stone seems to fit my hand,
A gift, no doubt.
Now, which friend has so kindly shared this token?
I can tell that it's been buried in the snow
So cold it feels, yet so familiar...
And here is the bruise!
What an uncomfortable and painful discovery!
And now, what will I do?
Throw it back at a brother?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem