Today's prompt was to choose a poem in a language we don't understand, and to write a corresponding poem based on the shapes and sounds of the original. I chose this "Poem" in Czek by Miroslav Holub. My interpretation is based solely on the audio.
Heed all this, my child: Study much if you would learn well, Some, to get by, For it is known, The learned don't mind life in leaves, my child. Not craft nor smarts make for a doctor, Even after the turning of many pages, already a full sheaf, Knowledge someone knew After the lecture Albeit, broken.
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