I being collapsed and lonely struggling, you go
and ask the damsel with grown-up breasts to come - that girl
with the face resembling lotus living in pond will refuse, if so,
tell her that this fellow will die!
You go swiftly and tell my desire into the ear
of the girl with tender-hearted mentality - the word
which comes by sliding in the essence that is secreted
in the gums of her mouth is the oxygen which makes my body to live!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem