It goes round and round
Leaps eats beats squeaks
It also spoils my blood it boils
It rather coils priceless treasure
With immense pleasure
Turning hopes to dust
Choosing breaking as its only
Leisure. We play the games of
Crown waiting for any chance
Jaafar Sadig el Waad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem