To win make hard work your lovely kin.
No joy you'll feel by mere gentle grin.
Your whole body gets wet
when you toil and shed sweat.
Wear you out and climb steep hills to win.
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I would like to translate this poem
With just an insincere grin, we cannot win hearts! To get hold over others, we have to make sacrifices! In the same way, to be a victor in life, a lot of hard work is needed! Wisely put!
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