My great poetry is crying,
It is sad and dejected,
As it has not won any prize in the important competition,
I firmly believe my precious poesy should win it.
Don't worry, my beloved poetry,
You may not win it in the significant competition
Where many dark things happen,
But you have certainly won the most valuable prize in my honest and refined realm
And you must be satisfied with it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem