The water of the river,
The depth of my love,
The narrow path!
Along the way;
Black buffalo tears,
But, let your teacher teach you the truth.
The muse of life,
Without the past there is no future!
Like the muse of a political impasse;
And, to palm off! !
But, the heart is deceitful.
Love!
Like a tree planted by the waters;
And, with things that are right,
Under the muse of the laws.
The accident!
Caused by the driver;
The pregnancy!
Caused by the boy;
But, the writings had been long on the walls.
People are very much afraid of their own shadows!
Because of their evil ways on this earth;
But, let us seek for the truth and seek for peace,
And be in the house of prayers to restore the mind.
What is the curse when, a poor man's money is stolen? !
The chainging of the earth,
With the ways of mankind;
Of the illogic and the conflict of interests.
Plus, plush!
Expunging the records;
Lurch, church!
But, let life be at peace with the things that are right.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem