We laugh at the sick and the old
we laugh at all suffering the cold
such a pity, our hearts have never wept
for we have been pushed into the deepest depth.
Oh! such a pity, we laugh with a lie
we laugh at people, even as they die
we laugh at all with a pitiful gaunt
lost in deserts which forever haunt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it is..if we dont do anything..it will forever....