Telling a story of sharp reed and a cow-boy
Who was a whimsical king in another birth of life
The reed was a sword too in another birth of life,
A slave of that capricious king
Who now and then, beheaded any one..
Whenever wished
Once the king cutting trees
Standing on the bank of a river
where the water was deep and calm ;
The king noticed the reflection of flying birds
And sun on the still water;
Wished to behead the birds and the sun;
Jumped into the still water.
The courtiers shouted ah! ha! alas!
As the king didn't know how to swim;
However the reflection of birds vanished
And the sun broken into thousands suns
The king blustering and driving sword like a mad
Water got wavy drew the king into the bottom...
Thousands suns dancing on the tops of fickle waves...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem