Delight-er,
You are the delight-er
My dear poet, here.
Color of colors
You are, my dear poet,
Colorful shiners.
You play in words
You play with words
You play in dark rainy cloud
O poet, you are without any doubt.
Well-equipped and beautiful
O poet, everyone is eager to hear you
That enable me to develop dispassion
With lovely full motion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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