From hence I'll live like storybook children
Who has their abode in the wonderland
Where it's a certainty
That there'll be food on the table tomorrow
For that's how it's been since enternity
How? , nobody knows.
But certainly., it's a certainty
And so it'll be till enternity
From hence I'll drop my arrows
And shoot no more at the world and its trouble
And like the sparrows
That will always have its food double
Live in the moment
Not constrained by the fear
Of how to sustain the current
Of Tomorrow and after here.
I'll drop my worries too
I'll drop my fears along
I'll trade me them to you
For a carefree song.
The sparrows have no arrows
They care not for tomorrow,
Their hope lies in the land fallowed
And in the farm burrowed,
Yet they be neither farmer
Nor an employed harvester
But they feed to their fills
Not guarded by their feels.
Worry is the fools merchant,
It drains the energy from the sinews.
Give good health, it can't,
Thy strength it cannot renew.
Why shoot at the world and it's trouble
When you can join the sparrows
That will always have it's food double
And drop your arrows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem