If You Come Nearby

No excellence cause, yet, if you come near-by There is sound of waterfall in my breast, or, A herd of deer run swiftly Inside the land of my bosom...

No excellent cause, yet, if you come near-by The shadow of watery clouds surrounds And bow at the end of thirsty earth...

Some day we each other hand in hand Float with the wind... Some day we each other keep eyes on eyes Fill our heart with nectar of delight...

No excellence cause, yet, If I want to utter all these A river agitates my heart And all my utterance drifts away With the wave of the stream.