So soft decent
So weary pale
That you'll have a glass-ful of me
That you'll have me with heartful of panic
The boat has sunk, I want wine
The spring wind has blown and
The windy evening adjacent to sal -
A bit staggering evening
As if the way is
That myth-like fog
As if the heart is
Still tinged with remote essence.
Translated by: Radheshyam Ghosh
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