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like an unknown melody
would play in your head,
for you to capture
and relish in your heart,
far from the envy of others.
Or at times it played
like a string of folk songs
sung from heart to heart
and scattered like seeds,
like diamond beads in the sun,
sprouts for a lifetime
of treasure and laughter.
But now, my sleepy poet,
who’ll give you the strength
to recover those riches?
(Translated by Anthony Molino)