I beget a child to bear my stamp,
To represent me after my exit,
And to inherit mine; it is my wish.
It is my heir and my nominee.
I can act only as its guardian.
It has more right on me than I on it.
I invest love without a guarantee,
And persevere in its wellbeing.
Old lions are dying being unattended.
One is lucky should one get the child’s care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem