There's a time for glory
and a time for fame
but not for those
who have no name.
There's a time for riches
and a time for wealth
but not for those
who have bad health.
There's a time to be happy
and a time to be glad
but not for those
whose lives are sad.
When is their time
for all these things?
When they tire of this existence
and spread their wings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem