Nicely let him know,
my mother insists.
Silly woman doesn't have a thing,
and 'tell him' she presses.
For all the lies he told,
I'll piece my efforts together and sing
like a persistent canary
or sighing Rapunzel, unraveling her tresses?
She talks but I see the night and go,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem