Who lived with fire afraid no burn,
By other faults wiseman learn.
Trust is free, it must be earn.
Poor is a dress waiting to be worn!
Keep on alive and wait your turn..
Fresh in flesh, in provision old!
If speech is silver, silence is gold..
Fool in life, with ladies bold;
Free in limbs; your mind is sold
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I would like to translate this poem
Keep on alive and wait your turn. I like it. thanks.