The house starts dilapidating,
Totters and falls it
When the cracks start raking it,
Fissures and frictions
Overshadowed by mistrust, rivalry, enmity,
Lack of sympathy rake it
Seconded by whispers and hatching of conspiracies
Making it all suspicious,
One believing it not the other,
Suspecting the movement of the other
Finally leading to the collapse and fall
Of the Great House.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem