Your love hides behind the phantasy stamps
From the root of the snowed cherry tree
The sun rising over the tops of pagodas
Is as perfid as you are.
The black lilies from the garden
Don't shelter treasures under them
But the snake with jade heart
And divine sign on its forehead
Yearning for the earth to tremble
Waiting for the white-skinned prey.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poemo Christine. All the best Roger