Translated from the French
Broken Beggar's Bowl
Never in life otherwise fedThan on transient pity's bread;
Frost gnawing at your swaying bones;
Rags that your nudity won't hide;
Possessed by ulcer and by lice...
Yet, if surges barbarity,
You won't be saved by poverty.
Arrogant pauper, what's the use
Of your bragging of this confused
Life time that was all spent in vain,
Failing an earthly wealth to gain?
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Il mendia toute sa vie le crouton jeté par pitié.
Le froid rongea ses os qui ne le portaient plus,
Les haillons qui ne cachaient plus sa nudité.
L'ulcère et les poux installèrent leurs empires...
Et toutefois quand les barbares surgiront,
Sa misère ne le sauvera pas.
Pauvres et arrogants, que vous sert-il de paonner?
Inutile la vie qui ne sut amasser l'obole.
Poetry by Michel Galiana
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Written on 2007-12-03 at 13:10
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