where the bee sucks, there suck i
in a crowlslip's bell i lie:
there i couch when owls do cry
on the bat's back i do fly
after summer merrily
merrily, merrily shall i live now
under the blossem that hangs on the bough
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I would like to translate this poem
Great job! Your poem is very good. I enjoyed it immensely.