How can I make you happy?
The king asked.
The people said,
Nothing to do your honor,
But just to talk in our language.
Make us understand
What you are,
And how far you are transparent
In dealing with us.
The king laughed at the people
And said okay okay.
I know fools you are
You are so poor,
I'm really superior.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem