Everything's that's all around seems magical in the land of Tamir
The fisherman casts out his line hoping for a catch of the day
His wife holds well in their house
Making and baking bread to pass the time away
A bard's strumming a lute but wants to quote Shakespeare
Cupid flies all around his sacred pool
Dwarves hack and dig away in the diamond mines
Trees with scary faces are cursed and scare off trespassers
Indeed, all is well in the land of Tamir
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem