There are so many things to write
That many of them go out of sight,
I lament for them,
But immediately I can not recall the same.
They may accuse me,
But I don't want to flee,
Nothing in this world is trivial,
Everything is somehow essential.
I appeal to them to forgive me
And encourage me with glee;
I must find out them patiently and cautiously
And depict them distinctly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really there are so many things we can write on....nicely written...thank u for sharing :)