The princess ran high temperature.
Some applied sandal paste.
Some let in cool breeze
And the one hummed her to sleep.
It was a moonlit night.
Nevertheless, subsided
Not but rose her temperature.
It is a lovelorn fever.
Lover only can heal her heat
08.10.99
[Based on a Tamil song of 2000 years old]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem