The standing grain has no heads,
But your love is heated like an oven!
And it burns like a flaming fire.
Your own doings have surrounded you,
And like the graves around your lover;
And you are now put to shame,
Because you failed to say the truth!
This like 2000 ways of your love as sold to other lovers,
But the standing grain has no heads;
And you need the name of the Heavenly Father to save you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem