Sorrow went to the pond to clean its dirth, then it went to the river with filthy condition...
The river could not wash the dirts of sorrow!
Then to the sea...
The salt water of the sea accelerated the pain of the eye, brinewater gave more pain to the eyes,
The sea once pushed the sorrow to the land...
Then land to soil...
Soil to ground..
Then ground to field
From the field to the pasture...
From pasture to battlefield...
Then the desert!
Sadness all around of the universe...
Sorrow goes from here to there in search of happiness,
and going on....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem