And when the bell of wisdom tolls
water’s crystallized reflection shows
measured words at every turn
now the past comes forth to burn
the road trails narrow and long
now you fear the image wrong
‘case the joker speaks in riddle
as sands of life trickle
in the hourglass of time
waning so delicately fine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem