Wailing of cicada filled the air,
The home seems dead despite its splendor.
Beauty of spring lost its flair,
Shadow of grief gripped young and elder.
The little boy charmed all by intelligence,
His hunger for knowledge was well known.
A disease harbored in his blood in silence
To summon all neighbors to mourn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem