Perseverance, I am
falling and falling in your eyes.
You don't blink, making decision
Divining-who predicts
you have lost face. Conjecture? You
speak, stepping out your skin.
The right to bend down before
Agni after the dream, becomes true. You
make yourself ready to confront defamation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem