Fox came, found willow tree ripen
It fruits fell down by breeze like rain
Fox said no need moving here there
Picking them ‘’I lie down, open mouth
Fruits will fall in my mouth’’
Fox lay down on back
Opened mouth widely hoping fruits fell
Into his mouth
Fruits rained down heavily but single fruit
Fell into his mouth for whole
Evening fox got
Picked fruits here there
When satisfied said
‘’God doesn’t give to food to lying down man’’
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem