Poetry "gift"

gift

Milosz

Nishikawa translation

What a happy day

The fog cleared early in the morning,

I work in the garden.

The hummingbird stopped on the honeysuckle.

There is nothing I want to have in this world.

I know no one deserves my envy.

I have forgotten any misfortune I have suffered.

I'm not embarrassed to think that I'm still myself.

I have no pain.

Straightening up, I can see the blue sea and sails.