Sorry to say
The rain is not able to
Understand my love-heart.
Sorry to say
The rain is not coming
To me when I am in need.
And rain is coming with
Its furious style and going on
Destroying my house, my crop field,
And putting me to a great lose.
Is rain my enemy? I know not.
Is rain coming to give a lesson?
I know not my dear, and still
I am waiting the rain, to see the rain again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem