Four men are the understandings,
Their will is linked by the seasons
And the sea and the moon.
Look in the direction of youth,
And feel like an occupation.
These four men are so obvious,
One can read, one can write
And one can study, the fourth
Can do each, justice is their standing.
For the will of a man is such that
He can never cry, nor can he wonder
Like one who asks and one that works.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem