THE tall princesses in the willow tree
They move their lazy, lovely heads about,
They wave their arms, their hair goes stream-
Their rustling dresses shimmer like the sea.
But presently they cease to sway and swing
And stand quite still, and whisper gentle
Quietly calling to the little birds
To perch upon their pretty hands and sing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem