Wrote I her name
On the seashore,
Waves came
And went away
Wiping it out,
Again wrote I
Her name
On the seashore,
Came it the waves
Wiping away
The name of the beloved
To my amazement
To see
How it gets written off,
There is nothing as that remains,
Nothing here permanent,
Everything but short-lived and transitory?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem