Your love to me is like,
A cake baked on one side;
And your actions towards me are like,
The Valley of Yezreel! !
Hear with your ears and learn with your mind,
For you are like a silly goat without a heart!
But i will be with the interpretations of my dreams.
Arms of silver and legs of iron,
With the stomach of bronze and the head of wood;
Walking and talking to gain my status,
But i am no parrot in the forest of thieves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem