My talents are as gloomy as the dark grounds,
To be a leek is to be like the grounds of saying,
But vegetables separately speak, and I know
More than you about eating and its manners.
My talent revised can be of special benefit,
Dreary and talented, I cause the ways of grace.
A little food must be moist, and feel like a hair
On a head, the hearts will beat in time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem