When I journey on jade grass blades,
They harshly bend beneath my feet,
And though their tips and soil meet-
My footsteps do not make them stay.
Yet when the wind comes blaring through,
Bending slow, (as bow to archer) ,
They don’t regain their native posture-
(What force refuses, time shall do)
beautiful Lazarus I love the last two lines but the whole piece is genius
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is beautiful..pull back the arrow and release to its fullest..this poem tells a nice scene..