The world is in a wonder all on its own,
The speaking of men is special here.
Any sort of land carries a burden,
Moving across the terrain is like melting and boiling.
May the plants of this kingdom complain,
And about the animal kingdom.
Lonely people are like the women,
Rains come to ban us, to bandages.
May worlds instruct this much, anywhere,
Your work orders us to speak.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this world... of which you speak.. is wonderful indeed..iip