Give common people pain
Not a bard,
Poet can make flower with pain
Not so hard.

Will you make me pain-stricken?
Tell me the way,
You will muse over it always
Night and day.

I possess a fountain in me
Constantly flowing,
This watery body is rhythmic
Giving up crying.

Then think what will you give me?
Touch of happiness?
I do have sprinkling happiness
Without shallowness.

You want to give me Love?
You are a loser,
You do have a vacant field
Frosty freezer.