Neither am poet nor a man of discernment
Though not a doll without smattering of love
The dark will be passionate to me as alike
If the compassionate not there all will blame
Neither am poet nor a man's discernment.
To sing a song and praise to you my dear
Am an experienced hunter to hunt local girls
Not known the art to win the family blue curls
Neither am poet nor a man's discernment.
The lady whom to owned me an adamant
She is neither abdicate nor abrogate to me
Am not knowing is being in heaven or in the pits
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem narrated by you thank you