Who knows if raindrop that mutated into a pearl wanted to lapse on the thirsty earth?
Who knows if flower on God’s crown wanted to adorn a maid’s black flowing mane?
Who knows if rice on King’s platter wanted to be in the beggar’s subdued bowl?
Who knows if luxury in shackles wanted to freely peregrinate the world?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem