The undaunted ones continue to sing,
Knowing that a sitting in a pity pit...
Only maximizes a suffering,
Allowed when doing this.
With a doing of a grief that unbearably stings.
It isn't easy to be set free completely,
From that which is deeply felt within.
It takes one's faith to make a difference made.
No matter who perceives,
One seen undaunted does not inside bleed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem