I had a view of the east
And a tender petal floated in the breeze
Gently, softly, nothing else mattered in the least
At least, when its movements ceased
But whilst it fluttered, dancing with the trees
Here and there, the heart of me it seemed to freeze
A Divine, perfect reflection upon the air
Without care travelling to the beyond, beyond the seas
I want to go to, but it is gone, and I know not where
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem