My heart yours,
Depart not.
Be not so smart
And invite not pain.
Pity your own cruelty,
Moved and unmoved
But rain sweet
With pleasant shade.
Complaint is to be
Attended and for this
You have to stand still
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Discourage not other if you can't help anybody! Take care of your own dear poet!