Ho! what a wonder if the snow loves
trees and fields;
that it kisses them so softly,
then it cover them up snug,
with white quilts;
perhaps it says, 'go to sleep darling',
in voices that sounds so slight;
till the summer comes full delight.
Ho! summer of good warmness,
without cold of winter, to give it sweetness.
nothing burns like coldness;
friends will melt away like summer snow,
but winter friends are forever friends.
how sad a winter sunshine is when mist,
in the evenings,
it seems the rain is falling,
through my heart the heavy thunder strikes;
and it crumble into ruins.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a fantastic thought, kudos and great job