Open rebuke is better than concealed love,
For the ointment and the perfume are here at last!
But, you can't restrain the wind.
Cut away her branches of love!
For they are not needed again by her user;
And seek for her in the open places if you can find a man as well,
For i am now harder than a rock!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem