poem

Mother and Child

Mother… Mother…!

I am fed up with my stay

in this sky-high tower.

When I look at the sky,

my heart rejoices

to see the beauty,

excellence and wonders of the sky.

What a beautiful,

sandal-coloured moon

and moonlight!

Glittering tiny stars

in the distant sky,

with their shut and open eyes.

Floating blue clouds

mingled with silver clouds

in the tranquil sky.

All and altogether

look so beautiful…!

Mother…! Please call

those glowing, charming

star babies here

to run and play with me

for a while.

I have more and more pleasure

in flying up into the sky

and dancing in the golden moonlight.

I would like to play and dance

with the glowing moon,

which runs alone

in the sky.

Mother…! I am also alone

in this big house,

without friends to mingle

and play with.

I am inclined to open

this tightly shut house

and feel and gain happiness

from the outside,

by flying and playing

in the vicinity

of the shy sky.

“Open liberty is better

than tightened precious property.”