You gave me a flute
I never learnt to play.
You ought to have given me
By way of gift
Words I can use,
Those simple and light ones
That effectively express my feelings,
And improve my speech
And written works;
Coin for me, my friend,
Many such new words.
Yes sir a gift that one understand is gem above all rest all becomes just things of show. Words are beautiful gifts. Indeed beautiful.
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I would like to translate this poem
A well executed poem.... Truly fabulous.....5 stars *****