I cannot believe the rumors that are tossed about.
Spoken with half-truths from an animal with a snout.
Isn’t it funny how the story is swelling out of sorts?
Eyewitness accounts relayed by secondhand reports.
Sniffing and digging in search of truffles in the dirt.
Ready to ruin a reputation of questionable worth.
What pleasure is gained by those who are gossips?
Those who have smiles and whisper with lying lips.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem