A moony beam appears in an old stream;
A maiden swan dances into the waters sweet tune.
And an eagle sailed to lonely lands,
A spring dove sings, through
the thickets of rosewood,
And the later moon shines so brightly.
recalling to me the freest moments of my babyhood.
'Be not pitiless, but befriend me.'
Sing all as long as you are with me
I feel sorrow free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem