In Uji, I tasted the tea brewed,
The sencha, tencha, and gyokuro were brewed
Which nurtured by the Uji-farmers' sweating,
And with care in long rowed awning.
Farms were covered with the awning,
Near the park, I could be seeing,
The tea're grown by the detailed devotion,
Without the negligence of minute portion.
(25th, May,2023, Kinsley Lee)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem