Sun now coming from behind a sky filled with black rain
clouds, now shining down upon this poet, creating many
shadows.
Even one of this right hand as it writes upon this page,
making this poet smile with delight at its silent courage
in letting itself be known while writing.
Being caught up totally in the center of nature, its
beauty and wonder, sensations of trust being fulfilled some-
how in the shining rays of the sun upon this mere poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem