here in the enigmatic woods,
that has renewed in leaves,
bird sings louder, andmore melodious
sheer beauty, that one comprehends non-sensory,
shadow thereof more encompassing than the beauty,
wise crows sit three in number,
without crowing, in the wisdom tree,
where bloom the wisdom flowers,
and drop to earth when sufficiently bloomed,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem of enigmatic woods..10