A man greateth cry....
He cry-he die.
A man greateth lie...
He lie-he die.
A man greateth try...
He try-was why?
He be a man of greateth stature-ever so pure...
His heart do'th stir-of emotions the cure.
Why must a man cry so hard? ...
Pure of heart-this soul, thy bard.
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I would like to translate this poem
tears washes away all sins.....Why must a man cry so hard? ... Pure of heart-this soul, thy bard..........purifying our very soul..... gr8 work