There is a slip between the cup and lip,
And a slip of the lip may sink a ship.
You may be heard where you are not seen,
Clap a padlock on your lips to avoid a slip.
Between the hand and loose lip,
A delectable morsel will fall like a feather.
A slip of the morsel may be recovered,
But that of the lip, perhaps never.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem