He sat in a school of thought, 
Bent over a page with pen in         his hands, 
For one said to his ears, 
A poet is one with a Haiku to         his name.
       
So he wrote, 
Letting the ink dance.
With a devilish wink at his thoughts
And words like honey, he               began.
A maid milking a cow 
And a gentleman in a great coat. 
A poet pondering on Haiku
With nothing coming to mind. 
        
You don't need to milk a cow 
Or wear a coat to be perfect.
just a smile, 
Write a line and a little sense.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
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