The wilderness of the dried palm trees,
Let the dates grew in somber
The birds were echoing their tales,
The burden of story was on the surface
The desolate land had once sprouted the seeds
But the foolish king let it off the destiny
All said and done, the farmer left the maniac and cut off from the people,
Set back and laid across the chamber of destiny.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem