From inside my room I watch
The surly bee flying around
The buds
The cool wind flows from the
West and in elation it very
Silently nods
In their flights to the azure sky
The agile birds shed a few
Colored plumes
From afar songs of farmers come
Floating as they celebrate
Beating drums
From inside my room I watch a
Lonely star shines over the
Wide horizon
Alas! Loaded with thoughts of
Works I can't have time to
Have some fun
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem