Empty vessel, having been cleared
fills itself with sorrows, pains and tears
little by little, dropp by drop
remaining still strong 'till it's filled to the top.
When, by and by, it begins to over flow,
it sits tipped under the moon,
by the river,
crying slow.
Strong vessel, having been cleared once again,
happily rejoices until, under another moon,
she cries,
full to the brim.
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I would like to translate this poem
excellent write....a true feeling with expressed emotions....