My life is like a tree
Without fruits and flowers,
Nobody come to me
I am waiting for years and years!
I can’t give anything
To anybody in this earth,
I can’t harvest any field
And nothing I give birth!
I can’t do any good
For this world
Even I can’t stop any
When they quarreled!
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I would like to translate this poem
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