Cut to bones are poor to boxes.
Lend your hand your shoddy mom.
Bends to out of shapes are charms.
Quick to bucks are money farms.
Go as breezes are jewel things.
Gods will come and switch our bills.
Falling all is over deemed.
Gods will sting you like a bee.
Give you wide on berth to poor.
Flash in pans are boots to boots.
Gods will fall on flat as due.
Men will fall as works with uses.
---Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3---
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem