Hid, leaf and flower
As world-shelter.
Whom but share this perspective
In concord live!
Enhanced by that rhythmic peace
Of lapping water.
Out-facing a bay
Outgoing Day
As near, noon's swooning porpoise
Then, on purpose
Heard, with sad clicks, respectful
Does yet allay!
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice write. Beautifully crafted. Thanks.