Only one is left out
Go and bring it, please.
And what is that
That I cannot say
And if I am going to say
I would not be here, my dear.
Think, think and act
As you like at this moment
But your thinking would
Make you what you would be.
From sunrise to sunset
You are going on the road
That is hard and difficult
To cover alone and no one is leaving you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem