We sleep not on our beds 
But we dream our dreams 
We try to get harvest in 
Before sunset and the night 
We sleep not on our beds 
But we dream ours
We think it will happen 
But it will not happen
It rains in our dreams
We will wet in the rain 
Rose petals will fall
They will flow in the water 
Love and agony will meet beauty
Cow will feed her calf
We will allow them 
Many dreams in our Life
But we sleep on one bed.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    