Upon a walk through winter wind, 
Where I had worn my jerkin thin, 
I wished for warmth which had been lost, 
If only words could calm the frost.
Yet, perhaps, had my attire, 
Held the warmth which I desired
My heart would not quiver-
My limbs would not shake-
My head droops, then shivers, 
As I freeze upon my own mistake.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    