Those leaves
Are eaten up
By the plaguing sun
The rain has hidden
In the shadows
Of the cloud
Those crops
Are begging
To be bathed
That skin
Will soon pill
Sorrowful scorching sun
Burning like wild fires
Tasty tongues
Of silivating men
Waiting
For
The miracle liquid
To drop
From Heaven
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I would like to translate this poem
Waiting For The miracle liiquid The people are desperately expecting the rain to come To drop from Heaven