The grass would be
the banyan tree,
only with your grace.
No one is here
who can know you
and say something
about you, my dear.
Th glow worm cannot
burn the house,
No one would escape
before your anger.
It is you to come
and call others
and ensure the safety of all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem