Yes, he was an extraordinary man,
a specimen of a very rare breed.
I won't describe a specimen of this breed to you,
O perspicacious reader
You'll never get to see even one example of this breed.
You aren't constituted so that you can perceive such types.
They're invisible to you.
Only honest and bold eyes can see them.
This poem serves merely so
that you'll know,
even if only by hearsay,
what kind of people
exist on this earth.
There are only a few of them,
but through them
everyone's life will flourish.
Without them
life would wither.
There are only a few of them,
but they make it possible for all people to breathe;
without them people would suffocate.
There's a great mass
of honest and good people,
but there are very few people like them.
But these few people are within that mass,
as theine is in tea,
as bouquet is in fine wine.
They are its strength and its aroma.
They are the flower of the best people,
the movers of the movers,
the salt of the salt of the earth.