No se muy bien de que trata el poema pero me gustó por su sonoridad. Me da que es como una reflexión sobre la vanitas.
A Man’s a Man for A’ That
Is
there, for honest poverty,
That
hings his head, an' a' that?
The
coward slave, we pass him by,
We
dare be poor for a' that!
For a' that, an' a' that,
Our
toils obscure, an' a' that;
The rank is but the guinea's stamp;
The
man's the gowd for a' that,
What
tho' on hamely fare we dine,
Wear
hoddin-gray, an' a' that;
Gie
fools their silks, and knaves their wine,
A
man's a man for a' that.
For a' that, an' a' that,
Their
tinsel show an' a' that;
The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor,
Is
king o' men for a' that.
Ye
see yon birkie, ca'd a lord
Wha
struts, an' stares, an' a' that;
Tho'
hundreds worship at his word,
He's
but a coof for a' that:
For a' that, an' a' that,
His
riband, star, an' a' that,
The man o' independent mind,
He
looks and laughs at a' that.
A
prince can mak a belted knight,
A
marquis, duke, an' a' that;
But
an honest man's aboon his might,
Guid
faith he mauna fa' that!
For a' that, an' a' that,
Their
dignities, an' a' that,
The pith o' sense, an' pride o' worth,
Are
higher rank than a' that.
Then
let us pray that come it may,
As
come it will for a' that,
That
sense and worth, o'er a' the earth,
May
bear the gree, an' a' that.
For a' that, an' a' that,
It's
coming yet, for a' that,
That man to man, the warld o'er,
Shall
brothers be for a' that.
