Drops of sweat form these……
The brownish Earth blooms as these
The lamp of sky makes bold these
Free till those eyes see these
The time those see, work is need
Fill these with those drops for deed
The need to give those drops for a shape
And to fear that at wilder ape
How they can see my unmoistured tears
Thinking the time, they will tear
I make them cool when they get mad
Even they crack me uselessly making everyone sad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem