Suddenly the sawmills achieve electric speed
No forest there, at all
A few scattered trees
Dancing and running— towards the mills
There is a river on the other side of the forest:
It can't shout louder than the crickets
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Currently Aunt has more pity than mother If anything occurred on this bank The protest on the other side is more If anything occurred in the third world First world feels severe headaches A fool to others, to himself a sage!