Sadly, Oh! Sadly
The walker on the lonely road walks.
He is a luggage on the hands of a poor coolie,
He is an ant on the road of an extreme lonely.
He is a tear that flows from eyes of a mother.
He is a lonely that walks alone towards the further.
But he never makes a judgement
Swiftly walks without any comment.
Pleasantly, Oh! Pleasantly
The walker on the lonely road walks.
He is a smile on the face of a beautiful girl.
He is a love that shines on the fancy pearl.
He sings smoothly with the lively wind.
He is a whistle that whistled by wind.
But he remembers the tears he owns
That falls from the eyes for aeons.
Oh! Sadly, Oh! Pleasantly
The walker on the lonely road walks.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem