The bacchanal abactor is back again,
To play his gamewith a beele;
Drives his hunt away to the unknown,
This cacogen is wild and rides like a claviform.
Repudiated by his folks,
He is in folklore's and limericks;
His heroics though reprehensible,
He lives and is a true fabulist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem