A village having streams I hope
Where I likes to strew my seeds
And there I expect a good rain
And hoping for a good harvest
A streamy village there I prefer
Where the people keeps a diorite
There I hope to sharpen the tools
The good earth gives us all I hope
Hope that I makes the success
But fails in real life here ever
But tries to dip in melted gold
A glittering color there I hope.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem