At the beginning, when we started
Putting one after another people
Into bottles— each of them
Feels uncomfortable;
Then,
By virtue of time,
All the people of this land
Become accustomed with bottle-home;
The bottle-life gives them such a joy that,
Now, at this stage, all over the country,
If we destroy the bottles and make them fully free;
They would't get any relief!
May be,
They would't be as happy as before they were!
Thus, from human lives,
We the people transformed into Bottle-being.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
excellent poem // o ho still we, the people poor slave of the useless habit!