The cripple waiting for the alms,
So cruelly ruined by lot…
So wounded is his knightly heart,
The heart of the bravest shot.
He is a majestic beggar,
I am ashamed of such beings.
The Saviour taught us to render
To the Caesar the Caesar’s things.
He stretches out his meager palm
Awaiting for the share:
The richman for the Caesar’s things,
The poorman_for the fare.
The cripple waiting for the alms,
So cruelly runed by lot…
So wounded is his knightly heart,
The heart of the bravest shot.
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