As long as the sun continues to rain
And the rain thoughtlessly continues to sun,
Tell the father not to let go of his reign
So as to reshape and chastise his son.
If the mother's whip should go slacked
And her sweet wrapped words convey no lesson,
Won't she be desolate at last from her lacks?
Of loosing her heart to the world suffices.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem