Scales are evenly
   weighed, inside
outside.  Light is
   evenly poised
−  blur to the gold
   glare to the blue −
it's twilight.
   In two minds.
Who can read by
   a lamp, focus
land's outline?
   But blue soon
sinks and gold
   rises.  Who
can stay the balance
   if light can't?                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    