No amulet, no herb
Can cure an ailment
So grave and gracious
But my perishing soul-
Is longing for an elation.
Knowing the elixir of my life
I set forth in a direction unknown.
Thy fleeting appearance
Can calm my clamorous soul
But thy existence in my vicinity
still remote
Carrying the raving spirit on feet
I invoked the days of joy
Though hard to restore
Yet reluctant to part.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem