I felt sorry,
For misunderstanding her,
I felt poignant awfully,
As it was I who made her dejected there.
She is like a river,
Who gives selflessly,
Who doesn’t want anything in return ever,
An angel, earthly.
I must never make her feel low,
Satan himself strives hard though.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem