To a lover and a beloved,
The starry nights are most loved,
Since romanticism is born at once,
Letting their souls in ecstasy dance!
But to the impoverished ones,
The stars’ splendor and stance,
Are pointless since they have no power,
To lessen the poor’s misery and hunger.
The stars're as precious as diamonds to each writer,
But to the needy they’re something not to go after!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem