Within dregged teacups
Silhouetted leaves in scattered profusion
Are drawn into irregular mysterious patterns
By an unknown hand
Will their shapes satisfy the seated listener today!
The translator – searching thro’ compelling creative artistry
- pauses – aware of tangible outlines
Carefully, selectively (in the trust which is strong between them)
- he utters his impressions
Images of the future! – Perhaps
But how many desires are made of gold
And how many teardrops does this teacup hold