Take a halt
And hear,
Hear the words
Utter by winter.
At present
Winter is here
With his scent
That is bitter.
But I love winter,
As the fore-runner
Of spring.
And I love spring
For the cuckoo,
Love singing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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