Spring Poem

The moldy soul is alone and rumbling on Saturday.

One is riding before him: the saint who has a seedling.

Im ik sam sab

Jiv duf huk

Zem um rit kol

Efa weli Yub

Translated from the Czech, Italian,Hindi, Dutch, Polish, Latvian, Portuegese, Lithuanian, Malagasy, Swahili, and Hmong.


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