The birches open their eyelids
Like a new page of the calendar
The light of life awakens
On the window-panes
Wild daisies, miniature of the sun
Sprouting from the soil
Are commemorating the glory of their past
The wind is on—its sound
Is the sound from the growing trees
The Knight of Time
Now is on the horseback of the road
The road sign, his sword engraved with a name
The river runs peacefully
It has carried the night afar
And announces the arrivals
Of these cloud-white sails
Jin Zhong 2000
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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