Pleasure and pain,
To sting like a bee! !
Negaitve people;
All around the world,
With the chains of life.
Debt, indebted!
To you,
But this wound has been deep;
The strains of nature!
Rains,
Falling,
On me;
Solve, dissolve!
And, to act upon a thought;
Worried! !
Because of the people around me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem