I will suck the sky
So that thou art dry
Of thy spittle and our land be too be dry
The childs, I beg your pardon, children
Want to play
The ladys, I mean ladies
Want to harvest their peanuts
And our land need thou help
To be firm and dry
Oh, rain sheath thy sword
My mouth broad not in cheeks
Can not suck all thy spittle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful expression to expose thousands cry poetically. Thanks for sharing.