On autumn nights
an unseen leaf falls in the forests
lies still on the ground.
In rivers
a fish jumps out of the water
and a wet knock
echoes in darkness.
In the black distance
the gallops of vanishing
horses, unseen, scatter.
All these
the tired traveler hears
and a shiver passes through his flesh.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well conceived and nicely brought forth with insight. Thanks for sharing, David.