A demesne I casually address as my own
Becomes comely to the eye and nose,
Fanatical as a mouse over its cheese,
Contrary to the borders and boundaries.
My eyes astound your passionate look,
Looks are deceiving as my own look;
May my territory not bless you as me,
As far as faraway places of distinction.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem