To seek for the fragrant flower, smell and pluck
And to throw away not good at all.
Let the flower be in full fragrance
And you see her as a on-looker passing-by.
But the dews on the face saddening me
As I myself could not the cause of her sorrow.
A man is not a man if comes he in the help of a man seeking for,
Love is not love if it si full of betrayal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem