One hears the public in their clamour,
Offering mankind a morning of worries,
Simply they are godly and stern,
One has been aggravated by their gestures.
I like the goings of a day that is sublime,
Underneath the bridge of highness.
This king and prince undervalues you,
You are the basest of metallic objects.
The statues themselves stagnate
In front of a fire, in the background
Laid a fortunate spread of butter
On toast, the bringer of joyous monsters
Off the taste buds that divide the actions.
One hears and sees one of the meals
Being small or big, according to some people.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem