Thses two women jog around always together,
But their husbands can hardly walk!
And to the river side to write this muse,
For the place of prayer is now occupied by the waves.
Small country and big love,
Last but not the least in the name of love;
Big country and small love,
Last but not the least in the name of care;
But these two women are always on the road.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem