The full moonshine floods back memories:
Was l not just but six rainy seasons old?
My grandmother was full of charming stories
Of love and not just the love for gold.
Faraway from the cackling village chickens
Boundless love from my heart overflows;
Family, friends and foes l shall treat alike!
l refuse to hate these innocent souls
Even in their misdirected anger back l will not strike!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem