If you can love the tall fig and the tiny bug
If you love your coffee mug and woolen rug
If you can love the silver keg and crooked leg
If you can love pet dog and forest hog
If you can forget your job's income
If you can forget your love's outcome
If you can forget thinking and start drinking
and don't care even when your life is stinking
If you can wait for your love to bloom
If you can wait until it removes your gloom
If you can wait until your doom
yet don't blame anybody and go to tomb
Yours is the real love, you loved so much
Even devils don't dare to touch
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem