'Hey! My elderly brother, you seems to be very kind
When I compare with my cruel Master.
He eats all the flesh and throw me bones
And I have no way to go
I would like to stay with you.'
'Oh! My dear I call you 'Marco'
My pet son's name
Probably now in the heaven.
Sorry, I too out of a billet
And I have a holey pocket.
Really I am not in a position to throw you
Even a bone.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem