Go now, I must go
Out into the bright world
Where infants long to go,
I have endure all odd
Here alone in this dark world
As hours roll in accord
Days into weeks, and months called
Mum! Aren't you felt the pains?
Have you not noticed labour strains?
When will I be born?
To finally see the glowing sun
When and when …
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I would like to translate this poem
endure all odds, good one..