In a small circle they moved in the past
And lean books they read and got fit to jobs.
As good they were, love till the end did last.
Now one's love another man plans and robs.
From the dawn, everywhere life is fast
To harm the good, evil gathers in mobs.
A lover to Sciences be an outcast.
So rein your lovely heart that often bobs.
Till you settle down, deny access to love
and to shut the door to glances make a vow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem