If the virgin rain cloud in the unfaithful sky that covers my unlucky birth star,
Then I could have relaxed for a while.
A cloud cannot remain in one place any longer as the cruel wind takes her away wherever he goes,
That I know since my childhood.
Oh! This useless star would re-appear and give me the burden again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very poignant. But you have lived to post 765 poems. That is quite an accomplishment, my dear friend. Warmest regards, Sandra