Reaping amount to agony
When the sower passed away
Hope an ordinary ceremony
Crowding the lather days
Our fancy fence publishing good living
Living within rats clothed rags
Why do you blaspheme your own root
And hide in empty brags
Though you do have ill
Then smile joyfully in pain
In false will
Bearing canopy without rain
To grace the praise of men
Upon penury
Pushing in an omen
And surviving by borrowed honey
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I would like to translate this poem
smile joyfully in pain, I like it, thanks.