Doe, foe, toe, woe!
Like a ravenous wolf;
But in the morning, it devours the foe.
This is a message for an appropriate time,
Like a strong donkey lying down between two saddlebags;
And in the evening, it will divide the plunder!
Doe, foe, roe, woe!
Blessings the breasts and the wombs;
Of an appropriate message to all the women,
But to bear a child's burden is like to embalm his father!
But life at times is like a wild colt by a spring of water.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem