O listen, my dearest lady!
Birds are fluttering in gay;
Soft is the note, yet not sad,
Beneath the sky lies the lad
Singing together with those birds.
Tonight we will sit by the bank
Of the river to listen the murmuring
Sound of the flowing river sweetly.
I will listen to you talking mutely.
I wish you eagerly with me to stay
For thousand words are in me today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem