I'm used to living in some countryside;
I have no father, no mother either.
I have no name, no surname-grade,
People call me out by Tom, Dick or Harry.
And there is simply no one who could teach me;
Poverty and indigence—my only constant lot.
What I really love is the homespun truth in my mind,
Which firmness is likened to that of a flawless diamond.
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