I may walk in the moor, alone
But coming with me are many!
I give very little, for I have few
But filling me with joy, is more!
I seek nothing that's not for me
But sticking to me, is all that I deserve!
I owe myself to my Life
But, the Life returns, everything I gave!
Newer are my ways and means
But, older are the ethics, for I'm still a man!
Life never makes me to enjoy or suffer
But Life I live is that which decides!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem