Lotus, foreign poetry

Tagore's Lotus

On the day when the lotus blooms. Alas, the mood is rippling, but I don't know why. Although the basket was empty, I didn't notice the flowers. .

It's just that sadness comes to me from time to time. I woke up from my dream and felt a sweet smell in the south wind.

This hazy fragrance makes my heart ache with longing, and I seem to think it is a sign of impatience in seeking the end of summer.

At that time, I didn't know it was close at hand and I didn't know it belonged to me. But its beautiful sweetness has been deeply blooming in my own heart.