Tung, the music of
a bell rings,
when I see the hills
yonder and the monastery.
...
she was coming back
home, children were
awaiting her.
They were playing cards,
...
After the first April shower,
you evaporated like the
magician's pigeon.
And the next entrant
...
I confess hatred
couldn't win over love.
I confess I wanted to lie
on your wide chest as happy dove.
...
Dear,
Thousand times I wanted to make you believe,
she doesn't have any past to be posted to God.
Before the minister she can confess,
...
Love isn't any game
but you try to tame me
with your cane.
Why should I kneel
...
I heard the piper's music,
telling me to sing a song.
Blowing his pipe with a sad tune,
he walked away on the path along.
...
Isn't it sin
when you tease other
with the dirtiest words?
Is it sin when you block
...
Writing this letter, because,
secrecy has crossed my shoulder length.
Your nocturnal love has taught me a lesson- - - -
Be tenacious and take the world in your hand.
...
How could you say,
I did not love you?
How could you say,
I pasted my heart,
...
I'm not made of papyrus,
I'm not born from ash.
I'm a flower very fresh
not really worthless.
...
Once I wrote some words.It made a meaning.I thought, it's poem.Love reading others' poems than mine.Love life too much.Want to live long to drink the lees of my life.)
Tung
Tung, the music of
a bell rings,
when I see the hills
yonder and the monastery.
The meditative eyes of
Lord Buddha, the Prince
of Kapilabastu, calls me..
To leave this fatigue world...
But, the colorful orchid hung,
from a colossal tree,
draws my eyes.
I'm now under this tree.