Of friends I do not have many of foes just a few
And you might say to that tell us something that's new
Of my own shortcomings I am all too aware
And what others think of me why should I bother to care
And if they think poorly of me well that suits me fine
Since what is their business can hardly be mine
For everyone that builds you up there's one to drag you down
It takes every sort to live in every town
If not one person with you cannot see anything that's wrong
Amongst the rare Saints of the Planet you surely do belong
You never harm anyone live in your own way
What matter then what others of you have to say
They are not without sin they should not cast the stone
The behaviour of the judgemental one ought never condone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem