At wreckage of church a wooden cross was on standing
Forest was at the left and human settlement at far reaching
Shouldering that cross through the forest I wished to passing
A tree falls down on road to stop my going
If another tree is fallen then the path is restricted
I was on thinking and that happened
Placing that cross, to human dwelling I started flying.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem