- I have seen my self-
(My projected being)
On the street where the path dissolves in crossing,
On a lone winter evening a silhouette silent and still,
Who art thou standing in lone painfulness?
Gazing at me with undulating gesture.
Oh you! You have come to take me in your arms?
In this silent evening no one is there to bid me farewell,
Will you wait a little, for a tiny bit of time?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem