Vision is veiled,
In the shadowy embrace of palm trees,
Stirred by the fluttering wind.
The darkness is sipping the solitude from the river,
And the tangled sentiments, noodles-long.
Wordless a quivering bud
Nurtured in the mud,
Takes off the green suit
Singing a song.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem