Is your patch of red cabbage
mixed with fish is good stew.
Tasty is the salt of your sweat
left in vinegar stain silk pants.
Legs are best seen in a saddle
swaying stirrups buns in breeze.
Voice of the swan neck graced
with the song in lake soft sweet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
OH...is it mine? Yes...yes...yes...lol...