At the crack of dawn, a flock of birds is still drowsy
On top of a banyan-tree, with its wet hanging roots, near a communal building.
Early morning dew drops fall into hands of strong winds
Many tent roofs shake the shade of a beautiful sun.
Several old men bring in a cage of piglets on their shoulders
Several old women shoulder in tender hyacinths on their bamboo frames
A woman fish vendor puts down her basket then curses out loud while sitting
A vegetable vendor runs around in short steps after losing her place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem