Its white, like snow.
Valued like diamonds and gold because of its use of adornment.
I was very fortunate among my fellow sailors to have found it inside the shell of oysters by the sea shore.
Its only but one, but its really precious to me, because it is hard to find.
It is a pearl.
For my pearl.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem