I am among strange men without sympathy,
Disguised with delicate appearance;
Interested to be ignorant
I am among strange men without love,
Mingled merely with the mechanical World;
Thinking never of good
Even in their dreams.
I am among strange men without rest,
Ready to rebel against rectitude;
Stepping very fast
In searching of money.
Alas, real here is rare, behold,
And rare reigns the World.