Like the willow leaves
Merely! runs forward.
Then soothingly or almost
the shadow of shadow
A distance in the dark
towards the road,
went to evanescence
Has been under
The sword's coughed,
Jumpy to: (the sudden violent death)
Right now!
Gently of life - shackled.
In smoothness, blessedness
and in the fragileness' sleeps!
Wearisome at his land!
Wanderer in his sea!
Exiled near the top of death!
And near his green hamlet -
lost his glory which -
(aged and perished) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem