A certificate of divorce,
A heart of stone;
Give me my price!
If not, do keep it.
Throw it to the potter!
Give it to the pottery,
And, send it to the porter;
To write down my muse in the form of poetry.
The instruments of a foolish shepherd!
Reaping where you've not sown;
But, Noah went into the Ark,
When he listened to the directives of the Creator.
Sealing the stone and setting a watch,
The earth quaked! !
And the rocks split into pieces;
At the waters edge.
Seed on the wayside,
With the raiment as white as snow!
But, the muse of the foolish shepherd was noted around;
As fowls of the air eat what they could found in the field.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem