In a certain land,
People smoke cigarettes like the goods-train!
But i fear no foe in writing out my mind;
And you have no respect being a smoker in another culture.
In a certain culture,
People sleep with a menstrual woman!
But in another culture it is a taboo,
And i fear no foe in writing out my mind.
This is how the world is,
For what you respect in your land is at times nothing to others;
But the earth goes round for us to enjoy the muse of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem