Is it the bean curd getting him fatty? No.
It's the towel gourd in the summer, the balsam pear,
wax gourd, and squash
On the way to the green grocery shopping,
he was saying with a smile:
Even the stray wind has gathered flesh.
When I stopped moving, it's so quiet there,
I saw a black shadow left behind
by a flying crane, fattish looking;
It's satisfying me, my heart also, oh my heart! It is not fatty.
Rain goes off. Allah! 'Istanbul is the dome of fire' so fatty!
Towards Mekka, 'my name is Red', namely ……fatty.
i don; t understand something. do you believe in Islam? what do you mean by bringing the name of holy Mecca here?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The last two lines are somewhat dark to me except that I have understood it. I enjoyed reading