Convict Number 1

Together we started our journey, together we learnt the thief’s art,
and now you’re a policeman, and written on my shirt
is CONVICT NUMBER 1. Reporting in on parole
each day I lose a little of what’s left of my soul.
If this goes on all the old memories I cherish
will be wiped out. Our friendship will finally perish.
But even a policeman needs a nap, to rest his chin on his lathi! …
still after her gold as she sleeps, the thief is stunned by her beauty.
Your virtue made you a policeman. As for my own double-dealing,
I promise not to steal – yet still I’m caught stealing!