Chirping insects
alone
Have the bravery
Lost to roving knighted shoulders
To violate your calm
Crowing cockerels
alone
Are valor drunk
To praise free a world
Shawled stupefied in Morpheus' idap arms
Many may rebuff
Oblivious of your touch
Still at last
To your charms we yield like clouds before the moon
Blest is the man
Upon whose field you smile
Dew shall perch on his plant and his clay pot Shall see no ruin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You succeeded in using imageries to drive home your thought. Heavenly dew is a blessing. We all needs it. Good job, I like it