inconsequential
one supposes
preference is to hold
til captive to the throes of lust
what time mere want grows bold.
torrential
and incessant urges
start with this 'prefer'
which left untethered overwhelms
til all else must defer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The rhymes in here are so tight. Yet it reads like an all inclusive proverb of yore.