You never dine with wife of your friend.
Share never wine with, when there no one.
Be with always, when they together.
Your heart may fall, that leads you shame.
You never know why you did that shame.
Your fall lead you to have rest in grave.
Bells will never ring, if you not there,
You hear no one, when you in grave.
Worms and ants will rule your ' home left'.
Your fall lead you to have rest in grave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem