A thermometer,
Her glass shell packed with,
Material mercury,
And blank noble sentiment.
When greed has a fever,
Mercury keeps inflating,
And gradually occupy blank.
Greed keeps having a fever,
The thermometer will burst at the end,
Only the incomplete body left.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem is really superb and educative. I just love the comprison used here. Nice write.