The determined ones
Those with much coins
Labored so far
Pledging their heart
Searched for jobs
But none they've got
Reading their times
And ignoring the shrines
They pray in the morning
Asking for His blessing
They venture into labour
Which is their best decision
They work a lot
Labouring so much
Just to earn a living
But never with stealing
The strength of labour
This is no humor
The working Armour
And the sweat of labour
Worn on their heads
And dropping from their beards
Not like the others
Who go beyond borders
Or like the man who murders
In exchange of money, sells his brothers
Because of money
He'll venture into stealing
When there is no zeal to work
The heart becomes poor
The determined labourers
They are the successful contenders
The determined ones
They are the zealous folks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem