The hour had come, the heart raced,
Beads of sweat, dot the forehead
Stomach churns and rumbles, it rests in the heart
Eyes like a hawk's fixed and gazing in air
A sharp sound, the ward is dead in air
Heart leaps in mouth the room is hot
No news everything is hot,
A nurse appears, breaking news,
Safe it was, baby and madam are fine,
Sweet! Hurrah!
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I would like to translate this poem
This is how a man feels while his wife is in the labor room! ! ! and it is from the mouth of a man, we all should agree with it.. Nice...