How can you understand my loneliness?
When I travel alone
during nights on the foot of my thoughts
while your windows are shut
and the shining moon
hide behind the clouds
from the dusk to the dawn
and the endless night sky
hide my footprints
and the wind carries a fragrance
the lake silently puts off the curtain
the echoes of the waterfall
cuts the voice trail
and the bamboo trees
shelters the loudest bird
and to forget the pains of the day
the glasses of wine linger in the mist
and takes in the brevity of sleep
and when the morning bell rings
the scent of the grass is revealed as if
there is nothing to hide
about me and my night trip.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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