Rising at morn like the sun from the East
You peeped an eye into my window on the West
Glancing through my spread papers caught you something
A long scribbling of mine that caught your intent gaze
Now with two eyes read you the spirit writings
Over and over without understanding
Then waited for the scribbler to be back...back through the door
Then you lounged into asking me the question
An understanding to my words
Like an Oracle consulting the gods I gave you an answer
You told me to tell you and I did
The question which the poem aroused in you
Lusting after love lost did give you a question for me
But now, can you trust me for an answer deep down your heart?
Even without picking up when I call
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem