Well, go...
mischievous child
surround the villages
with the sound of songs.
Your sharp eyes are like bees
and the clouds your gossamer wings
the rays of the high sun
your golden eyelashes curls
Translated by Margaret Maxwel
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Wish You good luck!
With respect,
Di
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