Milk and gall!
Rise and fall!
Such thoughts do arise;
Behold the dappled skies.
Their fluttering sound
Fills up the mind profound.
Why is everything so still?
Will a storm work and fill?
A rain is in the offing;
Banish baseless bickering
By all of us;
Why feel so harsh?
What we give is what we gain-
Joy for joy and pain for pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem