A bamboo hedge sways sparrows' songs in a cool breeze
The sky is rosy and red clouds sink at the bottom of a pond
A trail of gray smoke rises quietly from the ridge of a roof
And stretches itself as if awakening from its very deep dream.
Everyone already woke up; a grand mother begins cooking in the kitchen
A little boy rubs his eyes while negligently sweeps the house yard
At the same time, chicks under a cover chirp repetitively
And pigs in their pen grunt for their feeds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem