O' the chieftain who has the forest where the tiny birds
like parrot preying in the fields were chid by throwing the pebbles!
Unless the flowers ‘Gloriosa superb' were blooming
at the top of the high raised rocky mountain,
the red dotted swarming bees will never go there!
Likewise, there are no relatives for the people
who have no wealth! The relatives never approach the poor!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem