I Sat Idle
The sky is blue, the stars are bright
and the moon shines at night
I’m unable to make poems
of the orderly life.
Grass is green, flowers blossoming,
fresh fruit ripe on trees and vegetables
bloom without pesticides on time
I can’t translate them in poems.
Lakes, streams and rivers brim
with water and fish swim
without a boundary.
To write I find no theme.
Children go to school, teachers
teach them with all love and care
mothers send them with morals
I find no reason to write.
I sit idle and lament on
whence the world became so ideal
for in history I learned and
found all things disorderly
and I trained myself to earn
on the heaps of people’s errors.
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