Birth was hard and bitter agony for us;
even so thy women stood at gaze and smiled,
what a painful day for women, bond by birth
when her soul knew at length the love it nursed
thou; they wish the day had came,
but last no long
To the day; thus guised
for the men not at rest
this as they hoped and said't would be,
all in name of safe delivery
Till a voice that day;
muttered a strange words
cried on him; and the bonds of birth were bursted
tired family smiled;
with an envy kiss to share
Oh! it was really a birth day.
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I would like to translate this poem
Birth and death are bitter agony for us, thou birth will later result to ever lasting joy