A single man who’s in possession of
good fortune must be wanting a good wife,
unless his thoughts, when contemplating love,
involve young boys who are his spice of life.
Some worship God, but far more worship Satan,
in search fortunes that they wish to make,
and in the course of this do what’s verboten,
and first wives who would make them good forsake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem