After many miles wandering
At last Ihave arrived here.
And obviously not to return
And I demandfor a glass of waterin draught.
In exchange for I see the festive harvest in your home.
Due toheavyrain fall
There iswater logging
I demand for a up land to stand
In exchangeforsitting up staire
You shake your hands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem