While pondering over the turbulence of anxieties
perplexed and vexed with dispute of life
my poetry appease me melodramatically
to reconcile the situation for a joyful life
Life is invulnerable
even to a strong wind attack
millet of bad time does not stay longer
can not make you impoverished to die
but bad times come to clean your life
If good days are the spring of life
Bad days are autumn of life
when all withered leaves are winded up
by a strong hot blow of time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem