Like a rare scent of perfume tree
Standing unique in a private field
No passerby nor sitting by on that field
By chance i possess traveling eye
That ceaselessly took me to unique terrains
With green leaves and running spring
Such blessing brings abreast trouble with
The court of law after-all i am a commoner
By the rule of the unfair justice
That field shall not taste my feet
Nor be seen near with willing intention
What should i do with such a heavy load of love and curse
Shall i walk away and be forever lost?
Love and curse what destiny shall i be?
Love is brutal than a sword, though killed me still i walk
I am wretched with curse and rich with love for thee
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I would like to translate this poem
A well crafted poem written with insight in poetic diction to capture the essence of the piece and the poet's conviction. The articulation is superb. Thanks for sharing.