Хуанхэ

1.
Wet cane on the floor.
The third week of rain .
Rising mats look
For a Great River .
In the morning I went out in the rain
And long stood face to the palm and
Streams of water - it seemed to me ,
You said that to me.

2 .
Bumblebee gets wet and can not fly ,
Dragonfly on sodden bush.
Walk along the course of one
Under the leaky umbrella .
Mascara ended in March -
Poems draw on the sand
And a moment later, their washes
One of the streams,
Current to the Great River .

3 .
Singing frogs in the reeds .
At night I dream ,
As the river rose
And Great Water Jetting my home.
Swaying slightly in the yellow waves
My hut is on her way
According to the Great River ,
Falling to Delta
For which , perhaps,
We will become one with you .