Like clatter and clumsy, the ugly hole
God the maker, the same to him
the contempt to stop it, only the Snake
the undignified going away; overcome me.
to sort of horror on protest
looked around like a God.
put him head into the hole;
like his back was turned.
The honor and self-respect; a spiritual crisis
lord of wings, vulgar but wait- -
greater the ride more applicable in 'pettiness'.
I am in exile', The last two liner.
of a remembered instinct
It is 'My Snake to prudence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem