as he does not find
anything in a bind
going by his way
all through the day
hearing not anyone's say
thinks of evil design
that expresses things not benign
well that is what he deigns
causing a misery
plundering the treasury
escaping through the estuary
this man is dark all through
and makes everyone to rue
as he disappears in a swift flew.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem