Just at an eye blink at large were you
Under the wings of woe, griped, soared you
Looked, hunted I but alas! A pin in a haystack
In me, buried in, pain footed is
And rain tears, my eyes now-red meat like are
Now, in a lipless sea mine a soul sails
Aa! Left me a solo soul; so early but why?
Will you ever re-emerge, for this chi's sake?
How crave I, on my face to efface tears
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem