Giving hand has
No qualms to raise.
An Asker always
Showers praise.
Contempt heart,
Has nothing to spill.
Empty mind,
Flatters at will.
Dreams wander
To distant land.
Worries weigh down,
Where we stand.
Life’s journey
In darkness though taken
To dawn of death
The soul shall awaken.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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