Send the man home, at his house,
The stigma has attached to the brain,
My love is home, my lovely place where nobody moves,
Nothing is quite like itself, the way I move inside it;
The pleasure is so immense that he who owns me shall reward me
With freedom, and watch to see the everything he gave;
Perfectly I see it, this world, and definitely I love it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem