BOUQUET ON THE TOMB
Unable to endure the knavery
Of tormenting sunlight
The fading bouquet
On the despondant tomb clamoured.
A hermit staying in the cavern
Beside the tomb heard this uproar.
He came out with a water pot
And sprinkled water on the bouquet to soothe.
Bouquet flourished and obtained
The usual genial countenance.
Then the hermit barged
In the dark cavern again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem