Son of my sorrow!
Why do you have to cry?
For a woman gave you to me at the entrance of her well;
But, as a river ages, it wears away its banks by erosion.
The hope of tomorrow!
Why should i have to cry when i do have my vision?
For a woman gave him to me at the entrance of her well;
But, as a man ages, he becomes very old to meet death,
And, no man has ever seen the dinosaur!
Life is like the snow white and the seven dwarfs,
But people make promises and break them as well;
And like a message froma teacher to the students,
But, many written books have deceived many in this world!
And, this woman and her son will always be remembered.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem