I took them to the spring of heaven, 
But alas! They called my name by raven.
I told them to bathe in the river of elixir, 
They thought I wanted them to drown deep.
I took them to the garden where flowers are born, 
They cursed me because they got stuck in the thorns.
I took them to the mountain, at the highest peak, 
They said, to throw them, it was my trick.
In the rain, with my pain, at heart, 
I wonder what I have that got them hurt.
I want to find what is there that convinces against me, 
I want to see, in the brain, where is the ant? 
I would, if I could, but I can't.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    