Twilight casts its supreme darts
And the wind nurses pallid nénuphars.
Oversized water lilies between reeds
Gleam sadly over serene waters
Along the pond I saunter
Hauling my woes among the mist
Evoking a milky overbearing
Phantom in despair.
I, alone, shed tears in the voice of teals
Calling one another flapping their wings
Among the willows I wander alone
Parading my woes along the shores of the pond
Where the thickening shroud of darkness
Comes to drown the shafts of the setting sun
Among the pale waves and water lilies among the reeds
And the vast nénuphars on the tranquil waters
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