Random walking in well-known streets.
Do I dare crushing flowers of trees hitting the ground?
Their only deed being to show off what is bound.
Lilac burdened by rain.
Almond trees flowered in vain.
This one-drop of rain and dust.
Falling and falling to rip off flowers with a thrust
down to the ground.
No time to swirl, no time to sail,
young almond flowers washed away.
Nobodies' devotion or lust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem