The constable says mighty dangers abound,
In the fields where it rains and snows with shivering
Arms and hurt knees, fully pained legs of slumber.
These two men in the undergrowth, are according
To me, a constable's message of divinity.
To each other they say the witnesses are grating cheese,
While we too are grateful for the news of direct authority.
The relationship is keen on keeping a dire warning,
Thieving is theft by the law, increasing health and wealth
So strong in its endeavours that evil remains fastened
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem