As if you are in love, a orchid branch
Hangs in my back yard, asleep - so high...
The trees wake - and dream? - in sunshine;
And the mystery of their parent is near, near...
Even if we cannot took it,
The blind language is still intelligible:
They use our beauty to let you think of
How we are one mute rays and spots of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem