The trees are calm this very happy night,
no wind to strain, no leaves are shivering…
Darkness shrouds every object with a slight,
Yet a movement amidst the quivering;
A firefly dances over the treetops—
little speck of a tap over the trees,
Moving the peaceful leaves with little hops…
Such firefly is not lonely like the seas;
The night air brought about a special slob,
hopping along the stillness of nature
to chase the little one like a freshly dub;
but whose light began to be in demure
The scent of love seeks those who are blinded,
and not all fireflies like to be chided.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem