O' my love!
Do you know
Ants in groups
make their efforts
move even over the rocks
through the same paths,
the rock gets worn out
in the course of time;
O' my love!
Don't you understand my love,
Why don't you give me signal
to let me know your acceptance?
Is your heart made up of iron and steel!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the idea of the ants eventually wearing away rock... Like the little bird who sharpens her beak on the mountain, once in every million years...