With a debate my neighbour who was
Squat with his crestfallen face.
Wrinkled his simplicity of heart
They were went out from the
Sustenance of doing very well
The sustained good hearts were
Filled with hoodwinks.
They were ventured to hurt each other
It was the thorough destruction
Depressed the death of one's feelings
Each of them shifted to earn their
Lucrative consignments it had
Caused to tear the flags of harmony.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem