A few, very few, too few
will tell you- -
'O poet plant, you grow
up a big poet tree with a high crest;
with all new leaves everyday
on many branches and boughs.'
'O poet plant, you grow up a big poet tree
with the spirits of nature and life carefree:
We will quench up your thirst
when and as need be;
we will keep you in the sun
for you to gain life and fun! '
Do you not know
why there are a few, very few, too few
who will tell you
such and such things?
They love to look after farmlands
orchards and kitchen gardens
as they love crops, grains, fruits and vegetables.
No worries.
For poet plants have mostly grown in wild air
with little love and with little care...
They learn in the open with time
that the world loves them when they reach their prime!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem