White ant, white ant,
You are not my want.
Let me clear, I want not you.
You are there on the earth
and eating the woods,
and destroying my thatched house.
White ant, white ant,
You are filling your belly
by eating my clothes and books.
And still I am giving you respect
and I salute you as the busiest one
in this world, as you know the time's value.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for the referential analogue /// lovely sir