Mr. Pak is in sneakers, Julia - on the heels.
They ask simple poetry, secular and not sacred:
of gold in the earthly world, the joy on the lips,
of high-speed flights in financial heavens.
But there is someone saint sitting behind my back,
who while swinging his christian leg, dictates me
a poem about the world in which the gold part
of a cohort.you may become only if you live saintly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are getting two opposed encouragements in writing poetry: people who work with you want secular poetry about the word of finances. You list three topics: the first is worldly gold, the very symbol of material wealth (as it is in Wagner's RING operas! !) , the last is success in this highly competitive business and the second one: JOY ON THE LIPS - this metapor suggests the joy of conversation (?) or talking business and profits (?) or even the joy of KISSING (?) There is no further context. But you are being advised by an angelic/saintly figure (I believe) who is inspiring you to write of the true gold, for example saving grace or forgiveness, which is the true path to heaven.