Marvelous Morning
Dripping drops of reeding love
Pouring to awake dizzying buds
Gleaming smile of blooming petal
Beaming designs on creeping mood
Glittering mind of the rising Sun
Parting the fog to darting state
Threading to muse then nature's soul
Glancing towards the clashing part
Flowing of wings ever tuning the space
With gliding songs of tumbling chorus
Meditating wind opens the whitening rills
Silver-shining reflects on moving gills
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If only half this poem was not nonsense phrases (reeding love? beaming designs? darting state? None of these evokes anything real; each is essentially meaningless) . If only it were not so illogical, this could be beautiful! Unfortunately, you cannot trade good rhythm for strong message and come out on top.