Thirteen days after June 4th,
Sixteen plus one is the key!
And, the wise will learn always from the truth.
I am the writer who can tickle your ears;
But, the truth is always the truth;
So, be very wise on this earth and live in peace with your neighbours.
Six water-pots of stone!
White as snow;
But, the Friday is gone.
The muse iof life!
With tears of sorrow;
but tomorrow, we will need the laws of peace to rest the minds.
The muse of love!
With pains and joy;
Then came Saturday,
Thirteen days after June 4th with the muse of your lov ein this town.
The muse of life!
Sixteen plus on eis the key;
And like, five sparrows sold for two copper coins.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem