String snaps...
Echoes jump into the stream...
Waves hides the lovely melody...
No one hears my poem...
Sorrow sheds no sound...
Drums starts to rattle...
Scholars hear me weeping...
They don't have no hand to lead...
They laugh all in disgrace...
Waves pound on stone...
A new melody awakes...
Still, wet stones are rusty...
The greater this wave...
The less this rusty stone lay in my heart...
The more I watch rusty stones...
The more stones lay rusty...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem