To my sister
As dancing clouds float over Bitterhood plain,
Redbreast sends his last beam to penetra’e the sky;
Silence broken with frogs in the grain,
Hills echo the laughter I li’e(like).
Here behold fair’st thee,
Love does not leave a day,
Why do thou hide from the world?
When there is a love without shooting word
All of a sudden, frogs hold their breaths,
Laughter echoes no more.
With the moon’s witness,
I cried, “Don’t go! My beloved. Sister suits no more! ”
