'The Humoresque'
drama rehearsal started auspiciously.
Leaving behind the Chariot
king appears with his blunt golden sword
and the queen is fanning proudly.
Pantomimist display his perfomance well.
Special invitees are clapping merrily
and a lean poor black fellow is sobbing
who is behind the stage life time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem