Well, I went and sat in a porch with sad little Pillai
Longing to help, I asked him the reason for his grief
Turning head towards me, he told he wanted a beef
And I could not resist telling him that these days will also pass by
Thinking that I would help, he dreamt of me as a hero;
But i said to the kid, 'I lost my dinero'
He asked me, 'Without money, how would you expect me to stop giving a sigh..? '
No matter how much I tried to console him, he started to cry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem