At the foot of my heart are wishes to cut dignity's unending tale.
And by heaven I will invent gentleness' demise-
For these golds of mine aid fecklessness for a while reasonable.
At the foot of my heart are reasons to detest golds replete of worth;
Not letting my pride rob me of this temple,
Through what salvage upon my cheerfulness repose will come.
At the foot of my heart lies this bello; silver
Who's made the morning sun unending,
And I willing upon my whole self my heart-
That I will achieve this gentleness and dignity stoop to my cut.
For the sake of silver I will deprive my state a name-
Cherishing all that slaves are bound to.
Methinks I should my ventures to lock this unending bright-
Stooping so heartly to her love, not so low as to regard my fame.
For the sake of silver I will the wind's job steal;
To worth the man who weighs my course and my curse.
Making every deed of mine what heaven deserves,
And my feckless kind will be immortally dead, for the sake of silver.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem