Some men will neither slumber themselves well,
Nor allow others taking just a nap!
They turn the world around into a Hell,
And labor to increase their rival’s gap.
The things they did when they were inferior,
They will not now allow others to do;
The things they do bring hate when superior;
The few good friends they had are gone off too.
The man who’s sane alone can stand full term!
He ought to think of others ’fore himself;
He must fight corruption, a mighty germ,
And not let things to gather dust in shelf!
Administration is a supreme art!
You put your soul fully but don’t lose heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem