Many years had past since last feeling the warm waterfalls
that came from the twin ponds of melancholia.
Now the light had grown dim once again as vapor clouds rose
from the serene and gentle pools of his minds deep recess.
So long forgotten, familiarity was now reminding as it returned
to remand his awareness to an anguished heart.
The old acquaintance walked with him once again down the woodland trail, where along its side traveled a trickling brook that flowed to the river below to begin the journey to the sea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem