Whether it is you or me,
let us not be the parasite on that tree
that bears fruits so ripe and sweet;
let us not destroy the fragrance of a rose
by removing its petals of color and pride;
let us not be a father to a child
who is loved more by his own parents;
let us not be masters of each other
when we are not even friends;
let us not distort literature
if the mind is so full of hatred or selfishness;
let us not make others to read a line or two
which even a child can think and tell;
let us not make the world seem like a fool
when all are so realistic and cool.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem