Early wet violet leaf
Whose sword with a red tassel
splits the long night
On April path, no lad approaching
Until many years later memory recalls
there was a flower stem broken
A vivid pink face, under the wall
on the ground after rain, standing as
a silent pyramid
Along that curved path
my eyes were locked in your tower
In that damp cold weather
how I wished to pick up
your bowknot washed away by rain
However, I remained motionless
Your story had touched me
Have you so decisively
broken through the curfew posted by the big cold gray wall?
April’s eyes are soft, like sparkling on the waves
You bowed, dancing at leisure
in the shadow of the wall, opened an umbrella, a smiling book
with a quick glance, in a page
I discovered Shiva dancer, the scarlet beauty spot between the eyebrows
Were there a need to repeatedly emphasize
the wind of May would come, that
young man you have been waiting for so long
would come? Tell me, tonight
how many times have you had this Cinderella Dream?