You love the small green plants that flower forth with the season's spell.
You love the vines that crawl like a baby along the wall
and leave the imprints of their smile everywhere.
I often see you clipping extra twigs or stems
or tidying up wind-blown branches like luxuriant tresses
that disobey fingers and combs.
Let me look upon you as you water the dry beds
and discover love in action, marveling how I could have missed
noticing expressions that make us human.
Let me just stare at a common sight which I had missed all my life
as I professed love for humanity and studied the arts and letters
thinking love of literature was the highest value
while you loved these little flowers all the time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem