The sun baked hard the grassy slopes,
Placed burning light on shoulders,
Ripening red the strawberry rows
Under their green verandas
As they slept on beds of straw;
Gooseberry thorns hardened their stare
Took revenge on prying fingers
Probing for bitter fruit;
All the while,
Hidden behind the edges of the fields,
A secret stream ran in shaded caresses
Through leaf-laden passages
Listless under the hanging branches
And frittered the time away;
No-one knew of it’s tranquil journey
It’s continual slumbering between stalky banks
That waved careless farewells
To it’s watery course;
And as the sun grew in it’s height
The shade deepened in response
And defied the glare
Until the evening and the sun slunk away.
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I would like to translate this poem
Grassy slopes of love and life. Nice work.