In Cheonsugak(Tenshukaku) , the crests of a Paulownia leave graceful on the roof's eave
But warehouse the salted noses and ears, the soul wandered can't leave.
Pu-Ha's righteous knife pierced a heart, the head of enemy,
And a foolish son was dead by Tokugawa's sword and left no posterity
(28th, Jul.,2023, Kinsley Lee)
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I would like to translate this poem