About the lyre
Spoke
The Poet Seer
He had in hand
The verses of a peer
To nobility and the great
He had.
He had with him.
He had with him
A laurel wreath they placed
On his head and a dress of
Nobleness:
But yet
And still
He had in him
The blood-veins of the lyre.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem