SEE HOW FAR THE APPLES FALL,
FARTHER BY THE SEASON FROM THE TREE THAT GROWS.
THE OLDEST TREE HAS DROPPED THE MOST
AND WHEN IT DIES IT BREAKS THE MOST,
AND SPLINTERS - SHARP IT THROWS AHEAD,
O HOW TRUE THE SAYING GOES,
'THE LAST RESIDUE SHALL BURN IN HELL.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem