Troublesome wealth and riches I do not seek,
As do other men, poor as I, and richer than me;
The poor seeking to rise from his penury –
The rich, full-stomached, stowing more, like pelicans in the beak:
For that peace which I find among the simple folk of my kind,
Among the old in the square, or with the thrush where he sings,
Not consumed with the mania of owning things;
Outgives all the riches Earth and Sea do enfold combined!
See what rich tunes from the flutist’s flute progresses forth,
What sweetness encloses in the naked bare-footed children
Of our love-clouded village, what wealth in great tales of our olden;
And what strength by these in our Youth grows, and worth!
Yet do I think me greedy that crave you, who exceed all riches;
Though gaining you steals riches from, and makes poor indeed, my peace!