Winter, like a bride on the wedding day, in mirth
Fogs, like heavenly blessings, engulf the whole earth
New roots and shoots and fruits the earth does now gives birth
Winter, like a bride on the wedding day, in mirth
The arrogance of the sun has found its pure dearth
Existence, here on earth, has found its ransom worth
Winter, like a bride on the wedding day, in mirth
Fogs, like heavenly blessings, engulf the whole earth

(A Triolet Poem)