When the wind is drunk
It will blow off a coconut with a heart full of liquid
Paaa! A free falling ball
Not willing to be broken in place
It contains the perfection of a cavity
Waiting for people who understand the mystery of nature
He sucked up its sweet juice
Then take the flesh for making it into shredded coconut
The remaining rough skin
Be broken into fine fiber and soil
The seed that cover this layer of coconut fiber quilt
There will be a strong spring
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem