Unique fellow she is, only playing the flute
There is no escape from her gravity.
On the other hand, the wheel of life
Always gets stuck in heavy mud
Complicated life is on the run.
And some pitiful people keep staring at me
Energy and plasma they will take from me in need.
Deep blue color remains silent around
A drop of crystal-clear water falls from a leaf.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem