Game and fame were birds of same feather,
Till fame was put to shame.
Then came a day again,
When they was cause for rain to reign.
Fame came reconciling with game,
acting like a bewitched dame.
"... You can't be renowned in a game
If you're bethroted to fame..."
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem