Pulubi [English translation]

His clothes are worn out

And his eyes are sullen

In his face alone you perceive poverty

All day long he is at the streets

Asking for little help

And oftentimes you despise and insult him

CHORUS

He is a beggar, whom you are despising

He is a beggar, a person just like you

And when the night comes

He doesn't have any shelter

In the cold of the surroundings, nowhere to escape from

When will you have mercy on him?

When will you try to understand him?

Only when it is too late, that you give him alms