Water.
A dropp of water
Springs up high to the sky
Showing man’s smile behind a sigh.
She has the ability to cheer up the long face,
To make it happy using her convex surface.
Then, and after that, not to misunderstand,
She falls down and be crushed on the floor,
Not to end life, but to make her sisters adore
Sequencing the job and rise up
From that fertile fountain
And nourish man weak-hearten’.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem