now the nit has turned into a louse
the mouse into a hippopotamus
now you think you can move mountains
you were once but a mole begging for sand
now you have become a native turning into a monster
taking pride that we feed you fire and burn us all in return...
success has not made you good
instead it shows how worse can you become.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
to know one's soul is better than to know his flesh.