Tools! 
To boost your ego on this love; 
To understand the things around you, 
And, to put things right.
A sharpened cutlass in your hand, 
Ready for your work in the land; 
A famer, 
Able to feed your family.
A catapult in your hand, 
Waiting for the birds in the forest; 
As you go along with your work, 
As a famer in the land.
Sweet pea! ! 
Correct me if i am wrong; 
With the muse of your beautiful rose, 
Seen in the garden of love.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem