O' the creature of frailness
On what grounds
Do you have arrogance?
Inspite of being a guileful
And invisible worm
There is the germ of an idea
That blows you out of water
And you can never defeat it
And it is not the river of menstruation
But it is the water of rain
That nourishes the seed of credence
And yields the fruit of success.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem