My heart and mind are full of fears,
And the eyes have a stream of tears,
The water that comes out of heart,
It is gold, neither rubbish nor dirt,
My heart pains but the eyes weep,
It is a secret and a secret very deep,
I think why I am so sordid to all,
None is to wipe my tears, no pal,
I myself am the cause to weep,
Why winds blow, why tears creep?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think why I am so sordid to all, None is to wipe my tears, no pal, I myself am the cause to weep, Why winds blow, why tears creep? these questions are perennial. humanity has always asked such questions. but surprisingly enough i have seen so man people who smile in the midst of so much of pain. they are my examples. thank you dear poetess for this poem. tony