The sun sets and my pains rise.
When the venomous tongue glides in and out,
I feel like a lost baby.
As I see you sitting by the pitiless sea,
The tears stand up in the corners
Ready to assault my cheeks
And I feel like a lost baby.
When that snakish smile shows up,
As you sit selfishly in the sun bathed garden,
Keeping me away with the burning spears,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem