You had just left. As I had asked.
I followed you along the mellow path,
Until I lost you in the clover, at the end.
Not even once you turned your head.
I would have signaled you, after you've gone,
But from this shadow's distance, what's a sign?
I wanted you to leave, and I wished you to stay.
You listened to the first of thoughts, which I did say.
To stop at the last, mute thought, you never knew.
Why did you leave? Why wouldn't you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem