While her pains lasted all the eight and one month
She drowned in deep shire until my birth
And whetted her strength with fury so bright
She headed straight down right
And felt she was swiftly moved endlessly
She forgotten all in all the rocky Clichy intensely
Sweated for once on an edge of something and calmed
Fought with struggle and behold
They chanted mum's little baby boy is born
And so is today between joy and happiness torn
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I would like to translate this poem