Deep night
Be in sleep
Seek not the image
Of fondness in sleep.
Having broken the latency of nature
Bumble bees weep
As flowers have dried.
Light and shade cling to rains
With touchiness.
The motto of less learning
Introduces contention.
Mumbling produces wave
Of delight with light modesty
At the window of sense
Implicit confidence touches
The decaying Moon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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