How foolish of me,
all these days I've been
running after my destiny,
falling in dirty ditches,
tumbling in dingy pits,
stooping to levels low.
If only I could have agnized
that destiny is like shadow.
Created with me
in mother's womb.
Can only be chased,
never can be seized.
So now I've decided,
I will climb the mountains
following my dreams
and my destiny
will follow me.
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I would like to translate this poem
exactly, very true....love your poem..