If it is really a curse
That mounts temp's on high
If curses were horses
That nourishes the large mess
The it's an accident in the house
If it is really a curse
That circulates mid air collusions
If a curse is a dose of springs
That dances its brightness
Then it's a battle field
If it is really a curse
That enriches down turn
If it is really a curse
That breaks the pots
Then it's a fire that scorches
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I would like to translate this poem