One fights the life of philosophy,
Life enters the zone of tranquility;
You might be in the phase of gentlemen,
But construct your wellnesses easily.
For philosophy is the best form of sport
And I am the master of the social men
Who dismiss false allegations by the minute.
They insult nobody by being nobody
And their questions need answering
Due to the soul that differs every time.
Due to longevity one fights the rudeness
Within one soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem