I try to do with comfortable efforts any work attempted, dry off any tears wetting the area: cry when things don't go my way.
I wish to be completely relaxed, in total comfort, desiring a leisure a fort: having no time given to abort.
Life with things to do, carrying the truth that the spirit rings: sings out that ultimate happiness is here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem