Ah, it is pleasant
We are sitting ,simply sitting
I have so many things to tell
Which I know I cannot, shall not tell
Last night I talked with me
Of too many this and that—-
I was in an anguish to tell
This is enough——we are sitting.
The sun above is throwing little pebbles of its rays
Through the leaves of the tree,
They are falling on your nose, lips and arms
Not on mine
We are sitting, sitting —-
And we have had our talk.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem