Leadership is a beckon of servitude.
The bestowed are deigned in their attitude.
The intrin-sybaritic-sically appetite abets their aptitude.
Nouveauriches made denizens to kow-tow their magnitude.
Leadership is set abreast the head which non-attachment to body buried it dead.
How can same be said of the lead that has no impact on the led?
You are not a leader until being a reader of what could hinder
the feeder and welfare of the led for repair before it appears.
It is fair not to interfere in the affair of being a leader
if you fear to take care of your dear brother's welfare.
Leadership is not to enslave to be brave.
It is rather to engrave your appellation in the minds of people to escape grave.
What a rare grace to create face to be praised across race!
Days are raised to place you in haste to aim through the hole of lace.
No time to waste if you are to daze the face of those who hate.
And in case there is need to trace the base of your affluence, make it open.
Uneasy drowns the head that wears crown.
Never prowl any town to hold it down.
Don't impose your voice unopposed because of post,
and don't roast the people that hoist you to host the trust of hordes.
It is not hot to hurt the hut that is hot,
but it is hot to hurt the hut of the hot.
Just as it is odd to hug hog in hotch-potch,
and yet claim to be hulk that hawks purity in pouch.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem