Why complain when you are already in heaven? !
Let us who have nothing on earth complain;
Seeing all the street children around,
And the adults who have nowhere to lay their heads.
Somewhere sometime! !
Everywhere with the works of mankind on earth;
Anything possible,
But allow us to complain always!
On earth with our scars and sorrows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem