In a terrible fog I once lost my way,
Where I had wandered I could not say,
I found a signpost just by a fence,
But I could not read it, the fog was so dense.
Slowly but surely, frightened to roam,
I climbed up the post for my nearest way home,
Striking a match I turned cold and faint,
These were the words on it, '' MIND THE WET PAINT''.
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I would like to translate this poem
good work bachay but you must see the word order i feel it was not good bachay ghounchou ghounchou dont mind and keep on writing zahid bachie