You can not stop the time from passing
Nor the green leaves grow red on fall
You must accept the world in all
Its splendor, grief and sudden gasping
You can not stop a lover's going
As blossomed cherry-tree will call
Wrapped in the past like in an old shawl
You can not feel the present glowing
Sweet month of May I leave you here
Around the three favorite things
Whispering beauty to my ear
The lake, the field, the forest wings
My eyes are dried flowers near
The meadow where darkness sings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very colorful may birth of life