Heart beats, the slight sound vibration
There I see the image of life
The life itself a mystery always
The heart beats a truth of my life
Otherwise I am a dead one, a corpse.
Life the great gift of nature I got
Life I carefully spend the days
The things that I acquire is temporary
Know ourselves the mortal being.
Still life is precious and careful always.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem