This wind that roar like a lion
Like a mighty wave against a rock
I fear for this little fire lit near the beach
Listen you little fire
Don't be proud
Don't boast about your glow
It fades like the clouds after a mighty storm
It will sink like waters poured on sandy soils
Be steady like the ocean flow
Be like unshakable mountains
Be like them
I won't worry if your path was fine
I won't cry if your fire wasn't smoky
But it is
Sure it is and I worry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem