Will you forget him who for you embarked on labor
Of proclaiming good news to those dead in sin?
Nay! The scripture for them ordains a crown of gold
And robes sparkling with luster and resplendent sheen.
Shall his name perish in jokes and jittery
Of men devoid of sense and sight?
Not at all, forever and ever
None shall blessings from it sever.
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I would like to translate this poem