Tears Gather Poem by Ilham Q Moehiddin

She stopped crying, both ends meet. Your tears fade new powder powdered rice flour. You're a young deer marrow pulp mixed with bamboo shoots, when westerly winds are still loyal in your pocket. Mother crying both ends, both ends meet. Not to mention I slipped jasmine in your bun, fulfill my love of acacia flowers at the neck, was my idol when she reached to the eastern side. Mother was asleep this night, was asleep. Saw you lying on a lotus, once I was born at dawn miss-prone, then collapsed in a single evening. Stop crying mother, oh stop it.