A little bird twitters a song
So soft it lifts the soul out of melancholy
And a flower's fragrance spreads like a storm
Giving an ambience to be
But a rotten egg's mal-odor
Tears the nose bridge
Offering a party which only flies enjoy
When good are done
Only a taint of a bad one spoils the show
And that is that fulcrum of the world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem