ቢገርምም ባይገርምም፣ ክረምት ይወድቃል በሰጋ ላይ፤ ዝናቡ አፈርን ያነሳ፣ ፀሐይ ግን አይጠፋም ፈጽሞ። ቃል ሲናገር በዝምታ፣ ሳምንት በሳምንት ትሄዳለች፤ ውብ ውብ ግጥም ተወልዶ፣ በልብ ውስጥ ይቀመጣል Whether it amazes or not, Winter falls upon the season; Rain lifts the scent of earth, Yet the sun never truly fades. A word speaks through silence, Week by week time moves on; A gentle, beautiful poem is born, And settles softly in the heart.