The link with godly men is the world
Of winking lights, wrinkles of the mud
Fall with lesser energy, these words have
Been married to women who have rings,
Full of emerald and diamond together with rubies.
The laughter on their faces exactly matches
Mine, for my poverty emancipates the soul
From worries of the world, so many letters
Are inscribed due to the working of leather
As it burdens our role in this world.
There is a dream when lights have flashed
On the evening veneering the lights,
Dusk is shown on the night of my visit,
When the palace loves nobody but the king
And the queen and the prince and the princess.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem