We play a game and ever so, often we ask a question.
The beast is found and goes to and fro.
East or west is none of delight.
Hardships are found in the south where the mouth lies.
But, north holds wild enchantments that of a playground.
Childish mind art thou fine heart content to thine.
Thus thou long content ease your mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem