Thank God, I don't have jealouty,
A disease that makes a person feel bad,
Injecting the sense of inferiority,
Killing him or her from within, something very sad.
It destroys the level of confidence,
As the sufferer keeps thinking,
About the natural gifts that another person has,
But the really wise one doesn't bother about this thing.
Let's embrace life with what we have and move on,
Since beauty is temporary, notable works will make us known.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem