As I walked along in despondent mood,
There came into my sight
A wild pear tree.
Unconsciously guiding my steps thither, I stood,
With orphan loneliness, under the leafy crown bright.
The boughs, O the green boughs enfolded me,
As a mother enfolds her weeping child in the night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem