Art is long, life is short
Build huts, don’t try fort.
Laziness is a poison
That kills without reason.
Heart’s hare bounces and leaps
It wants to bypass jeeps.
But at once it goes to sleep
That is worse than to creep.
It retreats to its refuge
Instead of doing tasks huge.
When it awakes, it again jumps
But it never breaks hard lumps
That are on the way to run
Not to be broken by the bright sun.
Those lumps become staunch stone
That can’t be broken by the hare’ s bone.
But a tortoise humbly moves
And he astonishingly proves:
If you want to get your goal,
Hard work must play its role.
So become a tortoise in your mind
And win adventures of each kind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A super poem that reminds us to have a goal and steady even if slow wins the race. Thumbs up, nice to read u again.