Guest of a moment I am at this pleasure seeking
Rule of cruel earth is exuding life with tone of parting
Flower blooms and exudes, traces for infinite
Flower gets pleasure at bun, takes eye to custody
Moon causes to laugh the flower the cloud's messenger
Not to be associate of dew on love letter
O! God how is this trap which encloses the life being
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem