Smoke in the eyes,
Vinegar on the teeth,
Wealth is worthless in the days of wrath!
But, the peace of the laws baths me with,
The joy of life.
Blessings in the morning to start the day!
For, a wise son makes a glad father;
Knowing what to say and, what to do at the right time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem