Let 'em talk
Let 'em think they have the upper hand
Let 'em bout about what they can do better
Let 'em remain miserable and jealous
Let 'em die with their grand theories….of life..
Of glory and mighty times.
It doesn't much matter if they talk and walk with hidden strife.
Let 'em think they have you pinned on the ground with your face in the dust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
...keeping the head ever high up - knowing you're a worthy person! They might ransack even your house or burn your most precious books on iconoclastic pyres inside your own garden lot, while you had happened to be out of town, they might even pilfer your most gorgious icons of spiritual arts - but they CAN'T take away that knowledge from deep within your soul, the knowlege you have accumulated yourself through hard strifes in life, that true knowledge which emanates power already from the very words you speak...