White rose that I like
The sun is a white rose
As I said earlier.
It is free and
Without any cost
Being a love-holder.
Seeing the moon
I said that is sanctioned
By the scriptures.
Dry or moist
No problem to me
I am ready to cross.
From night to day
From day to night
It is prickly bush.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem