The window is quite old and rusted;
The wall has peeled off in some places;
Nevertheless, its photograph looks so lovely as
The lush green trees and water outside,
Seen through its pane,
Add beauty to the same.
All is verdure through the glass;
Yet all is natural, dressed in green;
Except for the tiny red flowers within
That make the photograph truly serene.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem