To pass the barricade I am unsure,
Opening the wars carries a bite that is monster,
I stay around with the passing crowd,
But they swept me from shore to shore
In a worrying blend of activity,
This is the small moment of the whole day.
The dilemma was a parade of such striking crowds,
Huddling, elbowing with elephants imagined.
Gathered together were the torrent of people,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem