In the pleasant and tranquil night
I ponder deeply about this great realm,
After a while I fall deep asleep,
At midnight I dream
I have so much to say
And so much to write
About this beautiful world,
But in the morning I wake up
And realise that
I have nothing to say
And nothing to write
About this harsh world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Perhaps, too much to say but not all need to tell... Maybe its not the harsh world but you tired to choose which words should use to say