Precious people of the heart,
Fertile soil of its land,
Magnificient; but a few,
Natural and moisturizes like the dew,
Fruits are through the year,
Begotten like a Dear's heir,
Joy so edible like apples,
Life itself are these people,
The great gift of life,
The right to a joyous life
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I would like to translate this poem
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