Vacationing child Simi toying leisure
Plays the games with nursery pleasure,
Airing joys trifling numerous,
Till the fairy of sleep appears.
Nothing can fold her wings,
Even her mother Milus rebuke has little doings,
Surely she will flower in full
Before the opening of school.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Phrases like ‘toying leisure', ‘nursery pleasure' convey little. mundane. Could do better..