Better to taste one only spice
That you used to in early time
Stay addicted to with your rice
You'd be eager in every clime
Not all savors fit your tongue
Some too salty others strong
Once you feel pleased among
Many folds sickness slaps along
Like gambler is chaser of tastes
You burn inside gathering once
To lose at last all your estates
Contrition fills in your balance
Many spices may rot the foods
That poison both body and soul
Like old open cans to reek rude
On dump hill are no one's goal
Knowledge is worth searching for
It feeds mind makes the heart big
Brings delight and esteem encore
Glory in life and shoots sheer twig.
Kassem Oude
On October 23,2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, moderation is the key. Go slowly and carefully when trying new things. Haste does make waste, and overindulgence can make us sick. Sound advice in this well written poem.