A violinist came to eunuch once (К кастрату раз пришел скрыпач А.С. Пушкин)

A violinist came to eunuch once.
He was a poor man and eunuch was a rich man.
“Look!” – said to violinist singer, lacking nuts –
“These are my emeralds and jewels, the best of each one.
When boring, I just love to play with them!
And by the way…” – he also added then –
“What are you doing when in boredom?
Please tell my friend, I’m curious to know.”
“I have no gems.” – the poor man said – “and so…
I’m playing with my nuts. Thanks God I can afford’em!”