Hello, hello who are you?
Why do pest and pursue me?
When i face the source of light;
Why do quit and get back swift?
When i turn back all at once;
Freely lead me up to the last.
When i walk in bright day light;
Keeping yourself in my sight.
When i get in little dark;
Where do you go leave me in shock?
Have you got any fear of light?
Or else you too play with light?
At last i heard heavenly voice;
'It is conscience 'as shadow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem