Days passed-
Not as a snail but as a rapid snake,
Engulfing the past.
The past of smile,
The days of rejoice.
Nothing to worry;
A period that never turns-
Filling the eyes-the only aim-
The child proceeds.
But soon, he too-
In the arms of civilization
The days when innocence
Part him-Education.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem