Before, I will tell the sun shines better from north
Now, may be not
It shines better in the west
And yet, morning dew makes the grass wet
I am let out of the barn
A prisoner behind bar
I am given a free day
Trying to gather the hays
I hope it not to rain
Just to think it's my time, reign
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a nice lyrics, Yewande. Thanks for sharing