It's the unseen air,
That spreads fire,
The same air of course,
Can extinguish the fiery source.
Fire and air time and again,
An eccentric liaison maintain,
One is vain without the other,
So is a beloved without the lover.
Fire needs air to grow,
To proudly and blithely glow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely piece.Thank you very much.