Well and good
Do you know all your wishes?
They approach,
Are they willing to surrender
As soon as you want?
Or they fly away to unknown world.
Ok, do they pay heed to your word if you call?
Or they disappear riding
On the back of fasting horse.
Honestly you speak, are they inclined to listen to your grief?
Or they play on flute with different tune.
I do know, you never utter the truth
Lest you should fail in distress,
I am at stake too, but, fear no more.
Continue picking dropped leaves,
Let's float in the tide of wish-river.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem