Dark is there,
In our separation,
In our enviousness.
If we are proud,
Violent and angry,
We are here to
Face the dark.
My dear, keep company
With a man, who is always
In the mode of goodness.
The man with goodness
Has power to give light
To others and that is our
Capital to proceed further.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem