Before back to dust I go
I want to obey the Muse’s law;
And several novels write,
And a dozen plays before I meet my night.
Many poems I want to author
About fancies and things that bother,
About things that break the heart;
And day after day better my art.
Great essays during my pastime
That shall bring me both fame and dime,
And unputdownable memoirs when I’m old
In which my life story will be told.
Without relent I with this poem begin,
Knowing that idleness is a woeful sin,
And that talents and gifts are both divine,
That link the Creator’s heart with mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
like the message in the poem