At the Autumn’s Dawn 
           

Darkness, crumpling sky. Below,
the glistening dew on the gray-tiled roof.
Coming and going, the wind, crying,
meets the bare branches in the thinning grove.
The faintly visible hill, below, the fog flows
into the valley and gathers there,

O the dawn after a cold night rain!
Beneath the leaves, the river freezes.
The memories wrapped in tears return
to surround my soul, crying like a newborn
whispers to it–

“The days that your heart felt light,
you longed to return to–when was it?”
O the caressing gentle sound!
These whispers in my aching heart–
forgetting all my shame and hate
at this tender sound, I weep in endless tears.