Fortuitous Poem by Nikolai Gogol

After the trip he had made,
He felt great fatigue.

Having asked for a very light supper,
Consisting only of suckling pig,
He straightaway got undressed and,
Slipping under the blanket,
Felt asleep soundly, deeply,
Felt asleep in the wondrous way
That they alone sleep
Who are so fortunate
As to know nothing of
Hemorrhoids,
Or fleas,
Or overly powerful mental abilities.