if there is anything
that needs to be clothed
it is one's ego
leave it naked, running wild,
it would ruin the whole peace
and make a nuisance
of the person with it
get hold of it, steady it,
then cloth it and set it
in a proper mould
so that no tea can be spilt
when it rears its head
only after that can we talk
about clothing the man
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That so true. Great poem. Proceed don't stop. Your work is outstanding.