Into the mist all around,
The hamlets disappearing,
neither I can see you,
Nor can you
In the mist around.
I cannot see where you stand
Just the mist around,
Around me
And around you,
A misty winter morning is it.
The ways are not visible,
The houses not located,
Just into the fog and the mist
Am groping,
Taking to perception.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem