Classic Poem

Does this life of a bard in need of favor harm anyone else
as he grows lean in search of reward, thinks about patrons,
moves along like a bird, crosses many rugged wastelands
and does not think them long, sings the best that he can
with his tongue that isn't perfect, and is happy with whatever
he receives, feeding his family and eating without saving,
and generous as well, holding nothing back? No, this life harms no one
other than by the shame it causes rivals in the disciplines of song
when he walks off, with his head held high, and there and then
he is happy! His is a life as fine as yours,
you who have gathered wealth from ruling the earth and whose fame soars!