Your raisin eye is always fixed
Upon the gluttonous others;
Who eat much more, than their fair share,
Because they are your brothers.
They do not hoe or weed or rake,
From the bosom of the earth,
But only take the choicest fruit;
Drops at their unleashed mirth.
Your gimlet eye does not impress,
For they've found a better way,
Than working till their backs have broke;
Just for living, they get paid.
Birds are decked in finery,
And brothers taken care of;
No one cares what book you read;
How small your soul, and arid.
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I would like to translate this poem
great one. i really delt some of the lines in this one.