When you ask me what is happiness?
I will answer you,
Happiness comes from your body
It goes beyond the body.
You looked at me puzzled, I said
Such as a gift hanging on a tree on Christmas Eve
You are told not to peek.
- grievances born from the heart,
Your hands keep moving
Then the happiness was gone.
Only when you understand the feelings of the body,
And you told yourself not peeking.
Happy hanging in the tree,
You can reach out.
Attaining happiness nicely conceptualized in the poem. Thought provoking, too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Only when you understand the feelings of the body, And you told yourself not peeking. Happy hanging in the tree, You can reach out. Again philosophic touches on life and love. tony
Thank you for understanding the essence of poetry.