In the pleasant morning
I wake up
And begin to search the beautiful thing
In every important sphere,
But in vain,
After a long time
I find the wonderful thing
In my own insignificant sphere
With its simple stature,
I become stunned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
All things look beautiful once you really feel that your own sphere is insignificant.