Where is the fine tapestry
Plaited on pretty fibre and wax
That used to hung here?
The beautiful little birds that sung
Lovely chirping lullabies
Have broken into a dirge
The sun used to shine here
Twinkling stars and smiling moon
All have fled with fear
Roses and tulips that flourished
Beautifying the countryside
Have grown far and wide
Time like leaves on a windless day
Waiting for a gale to blow
Has stopped. Still. Waiting.
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I would like to translate this poem
time like leaves on a windless day. i like it.