I have two wives
and three concubines
The one in the village is the smartest
But the one in the city is beautiful and romantic
I like them both
though I quarrel so often with the city girl
But, I think it's because
I love her more
Three concubines I meet while drunk
Some say while my pocket was heavy!
Really!
I do forget sometimes about this
Just as I forgot telling you
That the village wife works very hard
She has five children,
In fact, my brightest children
These in town are spoiled
They never work
Look fragile
And cry like little pigs
I also forgot to tell you
The other day
I heard that one of my concubines gave birth
They say he resembles me from the back
Oh! how I love the new city life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I also forgot to tell you The other day I heard that one of my concubines gave birth They say he resembles me from the back Oh! how I love the new city life. your dramatic monologue was really very interesting and especially u selected the topic of the poem as culture.. thank u dear poet. tony