What a pest you are!
Yet needed to make my meal delicious
make me weep for unjust reason
Sting my eyes till its blinded by tears
No harm have i done to you
yet you determine to make me cry
All i want is a tasty meal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
they once told me cutting onions with the tongue sticking out would prevent the eye stinging