Let poem be
A bud
That opens
Into a blossom.
Let poem be
Water
In the stream
Falling from rocks.
Let poem be
The mountain top
Covered
With snow.
Let poem be
The soul
Of the
Compassionate heart.
Let poem be
The winding path
Leading
To salvation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Let poem be the resurging waters in which we can drown all our grief! Enjoyed! !