From lands so fertile;
Dispersed by the wind so hostile;
Brought to weedless lands fragile;
The weed that has spread like wild fire grows.
Uprooting farmers trying,
The root so deep has grown,
Burning, effective it seemed
But with figure it grew again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quite good, poem for her, you express the excrutiaing pain of having lof thwarted love, by distance etc, with good imagery to guide