Regardless
It is cool
On its way is the sun
(Coming up)
Venus-like
The grass
(Out of sea at Pophus)
Still wet with water drops
(Of the dews)
Geese slow and lazy
(Some limping)
But this bird
Finger size
(An index and a thumb)
Is active as comet
“Let’s be bright till we die.”
Sky shines
“Life is ours”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem