The warm evenings open out
into hotdays of heaven scent,
such are the scenes as clouds toil windward
and soaring birds hover haughtingly over treetops.
While river waters flow
beside perfume-flowered fields
a gentleness beyond compare
smiles as summer opens out,
and later closes up its evening door.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem