I hear the music of Bamboo forest
Nearby singing the group of birds
They gets the grains of Bamboo
This year Bamboo makes harvest to all
The mouses running here and there
Eagerly collecting the little grains
The Bamboo song they can't hear
They tries their best to eat it all
The Bamboo grains once for several years
A rare gift they gets from the woods
Songs are not in sweet sounds
They resembles the death songs
Somewhere heard in the inside of forests
Saying we are the losers, you are the gainers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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