1. It is ugly of you to be stingy
In bestowing your existence upon me

2. And if another were to withhold it
It would be easy for my difficulties

3. Then I would be struck by the arrow of poetry
A lethal, lethal strike

4. And I would unsheathe my sharp saying
Severing joint by joint

5. But your dignity precludes what I have mentioned
For that does not befit your right