Fishermen,
District,
Municipal,
Metropolitan;
With chief executives on the muse of the town!
But i am writing out my mind from Chorkor.
The fuel,
Adequately distributed;
The premix,
And to cause the earth to go to and fro!
But warning all the antions was just like my muse,
And like the famous Psalm 23.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem