Our duty is to show kindness on them,
By action they are begging in mass defame.
They don't know reason they are begging,
Moving places they are falling in ragging. 
Whole day they mooch the whole year,
They do hard work to gain without fear.
Some frighten them but quarrel some,
But the kind-hearted call they come. 
Torn clothes they wear never get new,
They cover mind calling God among few.
Beggars hope to fly sitting near temple,
They count the coins with ringing ample. 
Still they unite and integrate to build nation,
Some say fashion but they are in motion.
In between sin and virtue unseen they are,
At night beggars sleep in cold watching star. 
However they reap fruits of their past action,
They bind people and God in lovely affection.
Repenting on past they appeal to wash sin,
Every moment they try to fill utensil of tin. 
Wonder is the law of action in this Earth,
One is ruler; one is beggar of same time birth.
Oh people! Be aware of work doing here,
Surrender on feet of God and live in cheer. 
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem