How are you there,
True, I am no more
Yours, sweet heart.
I know this earth,
Your graveyard.
I know and I am sure
You to take this flowers.
I am sure
If your heart is not clear,
Poisonous snake would come out
And take your life.
And if clear, then
You are there to win the world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem