Willow - Diathra

The dozing willow declined so beautifully

And she was naked with sad noise

Her tears-leaves were like hailstones

Her dying brunches was so gloomy

The gods see I could not leave her

I tried to understand her grief

I looked for it in the bottomless depths

And transparent endless sky

I embraced her so gentle

And kissed her slim trunk

But she was like fancy bride

Which suffered about her fate