Lucre!
Gain,
With a bag for your journey;
And like a worker in the land of your muse.
Facts, acts!
With the facts from your acts in this town;
Like sheep in the midst of wolves! !
And, to face the facts of life today.
The muse of life,
The disciple is not above his or her teacher;
For, a servant above his or her ruler!
In this world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lucre a crime unto the nation people run behind..what they will do when they die...A muse for poet and writer they are the grosser we purchase and enjoy in our write