Wonderful, Fabulous, Lovely dream,
Too fixed in the awe of life of another world.
The dream is so collectible,
Much like a bird of flapping wings
That manages height and weight.
The Time is of words that leave a plant to die
And then animals will also perish for good.
The greatest good is in shedding of skin,
So that your dreams are transmitted
To a honest person, a person like you
Who is bold and comical.
The dreams realised will aid the other personality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem