happiness is a
syllable that you keep
on repeating
along the rough
roads of your
life
bumping and bumping
against the stones
and grinding and grinding
along the sands
of your misfortunes where
you are unshaken
taking things as they are
and having been attuned
to its syllabication
it shall turn out to be
your own unbeatable song....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem