I dreamed again, searching for a lover,
Lover-less sleep;
An orphan longing for
The mother,
A crow croaking,
Picking on rotten-rinded fruits,
A tree searching for its roots
In the depth of the dark soil,
With a light-less lamp.
A lucid nightmare
Mocked me,
I could not bring anything
To the world,
The crow flew off
Beyond my thoughts,
Leaving me with
An eyeless head.
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I would like to translate this poem
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