No more wine to drink
and the clouds snatch the moon
the goddess of sleep still far
and the lonely soul is called to wander
the only light that shine
is from the room where baby cry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
For goodness of body and soul this is wise to leave wine. Keeping mind in God you can shine like light ever. Interesting poem is shared...10