For sleeping,
Song is required.
For fighting,
Roaring and growling
Are required.
Life is not for sleeping
That I know.
And I know life is
For fighting, fighting
With time and for this
I am roaring, my dear,
To rise the human beings
Who are sleeping at
Broad day light.
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I would like to translate this poem
am roaring, my dear, To rise the human beings Who are sleeping at Broad day light.....10 nice one