The fellows of turpitude, with no generosity,
shall not even shake their wet hands with
which they take food, unwilling to part with -
- even few food grains sticking to their hands,
unless the other persons who are wanting
clench their hands folded and break their jaws!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem Sir. Beautiful translations with good message.