Tell me
The son of man
Anyway outlook implies
Good morning son's of man
Nillness must kill my thirst
Rebuke is greeting my thirst.
Rainy Season insults bad name
Rebuke greets me
Thirst is in my heart
Rebuke is greeting my thirst.
Rebuke greets you
Bad name germinates rainy season
My thirst is waiting to retire
When loneliness will follow silence.
Growl blinks her eye
Flash on and off shocked me
Yard brace your necklace
Greeting is staging the account.
Wits come after him
Rebuke is greeting him
Creditor makes wordless
Bad name embraces knave.
Dream is my giant prophet
Bad name is to alert my breath
Moth gonna digest her
Anyway notify me on this account.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem