If I had known the words with no cease
Were rolling down your cheeks
Then I wouldn't read them for your feels
I wish my poem by no means
Had not been thirsty for your tears
I wish winter
Hadn't come to the forest
or had not brought cold to the nest
I wish the nest
Had not destroyed by the tempest
The Bird had not migrated of its rest
I wish the eyes
Had not dug wells into the heart
The heart had not filled by pain and hurt
Tears had not flowed of heart upward
I wish my poem
Had not drunk of eye's fount
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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