Thus said a dewdropp to a rose:
"As the jealous wind pushes me down
From your soft fragrant petals,
I visualize a heartless woman
Plucking you from the stem,
For adorning her lustreless hair.
Hiding her lack of beauty by yours;
Only to throw you away wantonly,
When the day withers you.
Had she left you alone,
Your petals would have dropped
On the very ground I fell;
Then death would have united us
Though cruel life kept us apart."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem