It was a ripe fruit
Sweet and beautiful colored one
Carried inside its hands
Carefully returned to its place
Then one crow hungrily asked
Can I be a bite from the fruit
Which strongly declined by the monkey
Sorry it is for my own children
The attempts repeated several ones
The birds and crows planned a trick
They jointly attacked the poor one
And ate the fruit and monkey itself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sweet and beautiful! Nice piece of work.