Worry, weary, merry, marry!
And like a wild donkey accustomed to the wilderness;
But to fade away like a leaf was the muse of your love.
As filthy as rags,
No need to weary,
Sniffing the wind but,
Who can restrain your lover?!!
And she is always around in your room.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem