In the month of April the great polturam
Keeps himself confined in a huge drum;
Even a step never walks
Going then very easy tusk
Only takes a few caskets pain-killer balm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sriranji where are you I have corrected this dreadfull thing and although you requested it you have made no changes I am very disappointed
And now I find the corrections posted separately. Not satisfactory and leads to confusion. But thank you for at least posting the two versions.