THE CLOAK OF INDIGENCE
At the door of the tavern while I am dancing you will see me,
Gamboling like the Calandars you will see me.
By that cup of wine again intoxicated I will be,
Unconsious, mocked by the old and the youth you will see me.
I will dash out of school and the monastery,
The hermit of the shade of that graceful sypress you will see me.
From th residence of existence I will make a journey,
Towards the non-existence moving out you will see me.
I will take off the cloak of indigence all at once,
Shame of this worn-out cloak clearly you will see.
I will drink wine from the goblet of the disappointed,
From the entire territory of both worlds free you will see me.