The market is not big,
Not bigger than me.
Since I have my own love,
But the market knows not
What is love like.
I dream but the market
Has no dream at all.
I live for all times
But the market closes
Its door even to invitors.
I have my own flower
And river. I have
My mountain also and
At the top I stay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem