Wont to reject trappings of vainglory,
If these would others make so low to see,
But detests modesty and penury,
If wealth appears, by this, as wicked be;
He speaks not in great flurry of wisdom,
So not to belittle the common minds,
Or live a lifestyle of excess freedom,
Lest someone, life, a virtual prison finds;
As though mountain that towers over plains,
Abhors to be center of attraction,
But serve as barrier for the winds and rains,
Or landmark to point to direction;
.....He will divest his goodness, to feel fine,
.....Or angels might compare as less divine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem