Wisdom is like a number too bright, too river and sea,
It reminds us of God, to be polite and good and merry.
This living of excesses results in pain, but what is the suffering?
Learn this way and that but there is no happiness without pleasure.
Little wise kings are not great and big, men are of wisdom,
And the books they bind and afterwards read are surely wise.
The non-fool hits the table on which rests his simple divine
Manuscript from God, the Bible of His, the Sacred Scripture.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem