From high upon a shelf of treasured books,
He took a tome of pages wrapped in silk,
Its edges tinted with a trace of gold
A manuscript with maps of all the world.
Ah! Singapore, a tiny dot in print-
Then up to Bangkok, Chendu and Tibet,
Across big China, down to busy Hong Kong.
And south beyond the Coral Sea to Sidney.
Next a jump above two oceans to Brazil.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem