The Silver Toad, the Moon,
Covers the ground.
And it is permeated with
The fragrances of osmanthus everywhere.
In the poet's faint backyard,
It will be a clear night with some ground frost.
With the passing of time,
The poet lives in the backwater,
Like an eagle soaring
On the vast earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poet's soul likes to be indifferent to everything. superb usage of imagery.