my song
I sing to myself
for it demands
to be sung
my tune I play
for my loyal companion
whether the stranger
who walks by
tarries awhile
or ignores the sounds
is none of my concern
just spare me a good coin
and keep moving on
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'my song I sing to myself for it demands to be sung.... just spare me a good coin and keep moving on' liked these lines especially, (the faces on folding paper have assumed the past values appeal of faces on coins, easier to carry without clinking music of solid metal solidity)