So many poems were kept
In front of my eyes,
It was very hard to decide for me
Which poem I would read,
As almost all the poems were glittering,
But I saw only one poem was limping in the corner,
It was weak and infirm,
I went to it and read it with great care and attention,
It smiled at me with its heart's content,
I was very pleased.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem