Black will take
no other hue.
You know and
That also I know,
and yet we are
going with the coal,
knowing well
coal is black.
We know ill got
and ill spent
and yet we are
hankering after
ill-earning and
gathering here
everything that
are danger to us.
We know white
and yet we are
reluctant to
receive it thinking
it is difficult to
take care white,
and it is time consuming
and we see no instant profit.
we are accustomed with
use and throw
we have forgotten our
tradition and culture
to save for future
and we are facing
trouble for ourselves
in the reign of black.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Look before you leap, my dear men. this world is like a razor for ill-doer, and nectar for a lover.