They know me very well and I know them very well, I loved them very well, but I don't know if they loved very well too, I love to give even my soul To those who love me in truth, I am not inside their minds To know what's going on there, but I feel things in my way, I gave them everything I owned, but What I get? I got nothing, but Just more loss, I ask God to forgive them, I was too much good, but They misunderstood my goodness, I am not an arrogant man, but I boldly defend my dignity, When you give someone anything good, then He or she should give you something good, If I get something bad, then I can easily complain, Life tests me rudely, but I am so much patient, Things happen, but I am still so patient, They're still in my mind and I love them in truth, but What shall I do to fix this mutual knowledge Between me and them?
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