Today ignorance spoke in the court of kings
A lucky fool amongst lords.
She uttered words from idle lips,
To pilgrims on nature’s path
A filthy rebel from the woodcock progeny
Spoke her way, her slavery lot.
Today in the barracks of soldiers
I was cast amongst quails and punks.
A punky mother of innocence.
She said, what?
Ask me not, for I will not like her,
Quip like a rampallian.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem