There was a king
And he had seven queens
One talk with him
Like a best friend
Second recites poetry
Third one gives him enough wind
Being inflated
Lives in a tree after flying
Fourth gives him water
Out of jealousy
5th one cuts the tree
6th makes a net of evil thoughts
But 7th one is a good one
She cuts the string
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem