What sympathy, would I show, I don't know?
On myself, who is never known!
I'll return back in mere few days,
What guilty, should I feel, for the 6instance, that I made to pass, terrribly; in the real and reel live's days?
Those, who never saw me offered unseen love, but now not even more..The happy face,
Suddenly they gobbled,
Led me, in so trouble and made me puzzled.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem