You are supposed to hunt the right fellow,
As of now mister!
You can live morals suited to the kingly few,
And the pious ones, master!
Your habits are cleaner than several,
Bad are those that are dirty, but you are not my master
If you are dirty!
Righteous work cleans the soul, the friendship,
And the unions that hurt in special ways.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem