In the pleasant afternoon
I was walking by the riverside,
Gentle breeze was blowing,
The atmosphere was absolutely calm and serene,
It was inviting me to write poetry,
So I began to depict it in my pleasing mind with great spirit,
Congenial words spontaneously came in my lovely domain,
After a while I finished the verse in style.
Being extremely delighted,
I returned home in the evening,
Then I opened my old diary and found that
I had already written exactly the same poetry
On a page of my daybook almost two years ago,
I was very surprised.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem