O dear, the stars you saw in childhood
Are now so distant
even afraid of a whisper
with the touch of a word
oozes out the fragrance of ripening
wet with the tears of grief, they fall
vanishes with thud in air
not before brightening the morning dewdrops.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
very strong.. and somehow it makes me sad.. very good poem..