Off in the distance and far off through the land,
Places where for him there is great demand,
A father travels solely away from his friends,
Coming home every so often to make amends.
On coming home once he takes his daughter to eat,
At night down along a lamplight crowded street.
They wait aside each other for the table to be served,
Each in their manner remaining silent and reserved.
The hostess comes to seat them near the window pane,
to the left of that long and wide neon lit lane.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem