If you have kissed a thousand vulumes but ne'er ta'en the flower
Are you an angel, a scholar or a capacious dower,
And if they are dispensed as letters or books, bound or strewn as accounts
Are you an interminable worm, a mole or a fathomless hook?
And if those on the top or middle shelves leave you cold
The bottom shelf will hit you before you grow old.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem