Will I not be a fool?
A foolish man,
To let my house burn down,
Down to ashes.
Cos I rented it out to a stranger,
Who has no head.
Just to show this vain world,
That he has no sense.
For certain am a fool.
A man with no place to lie his weary head.
Cos all my pride is to see another's downfall.
Not even my upliftment do I care for.
A fool am I indeed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem