A germ cutter engraves a seal and, a bribe twists the words of the righteous!
But you need the bride-price for the virgins;
In the wilderness of Beersheba with the muse of your sweet love,
Putting on your noise ring and your bracelets! !
With true love shining on you;
Hoping that the world will listen to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem