I can't conjure, for I am a fool
I enjoy with their milk and wool
I can't do promises, it's so heavy
My sheep, if uncared go on wavy,
At my leisure, for pleasure as a fain
Servant, when you call, I'll be again,
In front of you, without the fuzz,
I am a honey bee -I will surely buzz,
Dry desert and the sand dune,
Contour made by the air tune,
Like a map of hidden treasure,
Let me read, at my pleasure,
I am a shepherd; I am a guide that led,
In a right direction whereas oft I bled,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.