راه همه ساقه های برنج بود و خیس شبنم
.راه من از میان این ساقه ها بود
.راهی شدم و شبنمی شدم
.چنان که عطر ساقه و شبنم با من بود
Road was all rice stalks and wet with dews.
My road was through these stalks.
I went on and was dewy.
As though the scents of stalks and dews were with me.