Where has our love gone?
Did it scatter like chaff on the wind?
Or does it hide among the broad leaves
Of Plantain-Lilies in the shade
Whence we might pluck it and play
Like children with a lost ball newly found?
Is it buried in ashes, a tiny coal
That with tinder and bellows we might
Ignite a blaze intense and forge an iron band to bind us?
Perhaps, like cherry blossoms in the Spring,
It was a bright, ephemeral display
Fluttering in precious fragments to carpet the earth
Like April snow melting in the sun
Disappearing as suddenly as it came;
Even in this, there is hope,
For cherry trees bear fruit
And if the gods agree,
The birds may leave us some;
If not, then with a cherry stone
Mayhaps we'll grow a tree.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem