Never in this lady is a land of misfortune,
Opening heavenly straits and traits of fortune,
So that faces differ, apologise and freeze
Now that peace has entered so blissfully.
Never in this gentleman is a sea of pleasure,
Frowning a lot, feeding a frenzy for the manners
Are different, far too relevant and too costly.
Why do people freeze in the sunshine of faces?
When the days have arrived for marriages
A little war erupts to tell of the worship inside,
That envelops a soul by itself, the lady and gentleman
Work too far and everything is beset by worry;
Even a folly is ahead, of both weather and pleasure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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