Grasp your hand and I can feel
Indication shows that you are real
In conversation I’ll be killed
Repentance may be eats your meal.
I want to slake you in my mind
Shuddering I feel ‘cause you are kind
I look so piteous when I ride
Fierce man helped the chink to find.
Our departed will never bloom
News scattered into room
Spread out makes me very long
Lair remains until now and soon.
Encourage me when my power’s low
Your trouble is my trouble-too
Veil of my heart will comfort you
It makes a way whatever will do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem