Let us count
The leaves of
This old
Tamarind tree.
Let us climb
On the branches
And see what is there
To happen at this time.
But this is night
And the tree is sleeping.
It is not practicable
To proceed in our works
Of counting leaves.
Let us forget counting and live.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Counting the leaves of old tree is very amazing definitely.10