The air and the sunshine,
They are all mine.
The wife and the crowns,
Though not at times.
Poor inhabitant I am,
And I have nothing.
But I am not bluff
As you described.
Fortunate I am I feel
To be with you,
I know no material wealth
Can make me the truth.
I am very proud I am alive,
I am the dust under your feet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem