The root was a vital gift a gift i treated with scorn
The stem was a vital gift a gift i treated with pride
The trunk was a vital gift a gift i treated with contempt
The branch was a vital gift a gift i restrained from men
The leaves was a vital gift a gift i treated with cruelty
The fruit was a vital gift a gift i sealed in the keg
Life was my greatest gift now trades me in the grave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem