Dreams comes slow-
They are never built
out of a day's whimsy!
I've seen it come to those-
who toiled with grit;
who stumbled,
yet rose with courage;
Why? A pearl never
formed in an oyster
without being vexed
by splinters;
Nor a rose bud
bloomed in a garden,
out of desire
to pluck it for a lover;
Dreams are built
with sweat and labour,
cemented by faith
and courage;
Dreams comes true
they come slow-
They come to those
who believe and hope.
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I would like to translate this poem
dreams are built in sweat and labour, good write.