A thermometer, 
Her glass shell packed with, 
Material mercury, 
And blank noble sentiment. 
When greed has a fever, 
Mercury keeps inflating, 
And gradually occupy blank. 
Greed keeps having a fever, 
The thermometer will burst at the end, 
Only the incomplete body left.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem is really superb and educative. I just love the comprison used here. Nice write.