Flower of pure maidens, unspoiled and sound
upright and imposing wherever you are found.
on many wastelands looked the reiver to
seek your help for sickness and fever
it's a wonder you are still about
plundered by those who rob and shout
you are many things for one so cute
and I cannot find a substitute.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem