On a hissing hood, on miser's chest,
Lion's mane, upon chaste woman's breast,
On an eminent man,
No man's hands venture can
Till vanquished, on a death-bed they rest.
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Words well said | 49.11.14 |
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I would like to translate this poem
death bed they rest, the truth
Thanks dear poet reader, GM