Jumbled up words ending in bungling
All sound and fury creating rumbling
Human life is a riddle
Not to be handled like a fiddle
Saddled with pins and needles
And bridled with a hundred hurdles
Dabbling and wading through puddle
Is not akin to babbling of babies in cradle
Waggling and straggling through muddle
And wriggling like worms in the struggle
No golden ladles to feed you and me
Tweedledum and Tweedledee!
Your lullaby does not appeal to me
No zzz for this zooming bee
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I would like to translate this poem
I want golden ladles! and sooth lullabies! No strugles, no gravings! Blissful purity!