It's my bed,
Very simple but clean and tidy,
As I lie on it,
I feel great pleasure in my tranquil mind,
Lovely poetic ripples pervade my pleasant realm
And I spontaneously write those with rapt attention,
How long I don't know,
When someone knocks me,
I find that I have already depicted a wonderful poetry.
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I would like to translate this poem
NICEEEE My bed has strong legs AS A Romantic poet why you can guess I don't just dream dreams come to me I SHAKE AWAKE and then poetry make no life's at stake my poems history make I alone work others scream o poet ji is it you