1. With yellow narcissus-hued, fault-finding busybody
Filled with all kinds of flaws and blame

2. Proudly rising above the busybody that brings him together
With his name an active verb of wit and inspiration

3. So Virtue said to me, by day and night
I sleep, at dawn and dusk

4. While you, pretender of my name, all day
Do not come near, lying down, to the nostril of a busybody

5. And your color is of brass
If I were to touch it, it would be a kind of poisoning