Not only the one who sulks does barely nothing,
he also bums out the rest of his acquaintances,
diminishing their cheerfulness and good will,
strewing this distressing mentality among other folks,
getting their minds infected with his contagious stress
It's all but inherent in humans to mope now and then,
yet there are fellows who do so too frequently;
they contaminate other minds with their behavior,
Thus they're giving rise to more mopers and so on;
Let's not be mopers so that life smiles at us and we at her.
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I would like to translate this poem
Let's not sulk. I agree my friend. Nice words.