Flies on a grave;
when will thou be tame? ;
Do not know what looms about;
do not know your latest demise.
Flies on a grave;
despise the evil cake;
Tomorrow waits no mate;
the life is not straight.
Flies on a grave;
despise thy evil ways;
A tree is not dead;
valleys honor the head.
Flies on a grave;
despise the taste.
Flies on a grave;
a stitch on the ground is strange.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a stitch on the ground, thanks, good write.