I feel queasy
when evening comes
I drive my carriage
on ancient roads in plains
and love to watch
the sunset, so beautiful
But it goes down
only when the dust
clouds are in the air.
-rendered from the web pages:
Toward evening thought not well
Drive carriage ascend old plain
Sunset sun without limit good
Only be near yellow dusk
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I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Ravi for this beautiful translation. I'm going to write a poem to follow this tale.
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