If they understand what
It is to love,
If they understand what
It is to hate,
If they understand what
It is to care,
If they understand what
It is to share,
If they understand what
It is to hoard;
Of all the above,
The stockpile of
Good and evil,
The concupiscence
Of trapped desires;
Of all the above,
If they were wont to choose,
Just but one will
They not indulge themselves.
For none but one do
They trifle themselves
Against, even
When used against
Their frames!
For,
Of these five fingers,
They say the worst
Are fingers H-H.
So do they understand,
If they choose to,
What
It is to H-H!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem