Kajal Lie On Your Eye
Carry Me the Memory
Which See the Only 'I'
Now 'I' Called the Wanderer
They call me dear
The Plait Hanging Thine Back
Bite Me Thousand Time like a Snake
Your Two Small Swords Hurt Me
Ah! There is no remedy! no remedy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awesome buddy............Shakespeare in cent