Her pensioned eyes,
Shining grinder,
And swaying mortar
Grind one falls down
Who follows light feet! ! !
And lead to grave near
Thou bee, lust man
How you fly round
Where kept honey safe
He leaves all when he sees
A virgin down street
No man adulterous
Though in red street
Women are accused
Men are escaped
What these meant for?
A mystery never told.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Don't know what you're on Joby, but I want some.