Of course the melody was swift,
Calling itself a realm then,
My swift defiance of this maelstrom
Met with more disagreements.
For the sounds of grace met eternity
As this sound of the treading was forever.
A path mainly swept by the wind
Became my annoyance once more
As it meandered through the dark forest
As a bell of much importance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem