Prepared seed-bed myself
Removing weeds, shrubs and bushes
sowed seed myself.
Newly sprouted tender sapling
keeping abreast of the wind.
Now I have another duty to glorify
the glowing stone of the west-tomb.
Earnest request of a divergent:
‘Water the plant.'
‘Fence the plant.'
‘Manure the plant.'
‘Let the wind blow easily.'
‘Let the sun shine freely.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem