It's not a drama nor a play,
Nor a music that needs replay,
Never be a film that has foreplay,
But memories which overplay...
No one can ever say,
That happiness has a pay;
Instead, it will guide to a way
Of good futures to portray...
Nobody can easily foretell
The unexpected ringing of the bell;
Even the things a vendor tried to sell,
Can never be predicted so well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem