My defects
Not known to me
My dear.
You are to
Point it out.
I am at your feet
I am rendering service
I am putting questions.
You are to solve
All problems
That are here.
My defect is known to you
In a way that is better, bear
The same in corrective mode, my dear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
solving the problem of life.