My glass is not yet full
Of worries woes and pain
My search for happiness
Never ends but goes in vain
I lost family and friends
And He has never been kind
Among unknown faces I live
My love too I left behind
What drew me to this land
Love or wealth I don’t know
But I got none of these
And to my land I long to go
It’s perhaps the fragrance
That comes out of the earth
That floats around me always
That flows from my land of birth
I can’t stay here anymore
This soul now needs an escape
I will be back soon to my land
To sleep forever on its lap
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To be alienated from one's land and people is always painful! Living like an alien in a strange land will make one long for his native land. That nostalgic longing is powerfully expressed in this poem!