I love my brain as an intellectual man,
It contains and drinks like an able man.
The body collides with another joy,
Many-sided people are normal like a man.
This man I am interferes with joy,
It is intellect that I adore and mingle as a man.
For women the result is the same if desired,
Your folly is not solid, not mindful, like a man.
Forces are with the sword I concoct again
As a foolish weapon, with power of a vandal who is a man.
The people who see this are considerable,
Their likes are as necessary as the valuable man.
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