Wink an eye above a hill;
Though shadows overpast
Mind the bull and thorns of will;
Through glamours of the quest
After all the seek and dull;
The miles were very mist
Tell for more abandonry;
A mingle I would bless
A shout to all hipocricy;
A dawn on paradise
Dismal and not so properly;
The maze of despise
Thus quite for all thus legacy;
Another comes along
The shallow of those dignity;
A shame of all among
A send to my apology;
Disgrace of wrong and dong
A song is what I'd like to write;
Besides those funk and lease
A gentile of a rose to might;
Aspire the most of wiss
A came to my applause and take;
A folly they don't press
But honestly through fifty grade;
The ones they never taught
They mingle and reject a mode;
A sake they toss and wrought
Began was jury to boast bad;
And fault was your begot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem