Under the green bamboo tree.
Sharp are its leaves and hard knuckled.
I sleep the warm dreamless sleep.
Covered underneath by loose blue snow.
This chilly night the powdered rice.
Upon my wrinkled face in the eye folds.
Rubbing my eyes at the full moon.
The vapor I breath out looks like smoke.
Last night my friend has taken her leave.
Next to me where I slept.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'I forgive you for calling me a tree, ' bamboo.