Cares of life and torture of fear,
Grip my heart as if to tear,
Sinking my hope in pool of doubts,
And some rest my forlon soul seeks
Showers of peace and ray of hope,
Why tarry thee quite so long?
Would thou watch me go to shoel
In tattered skin and emanciated bones?
At high frequency, my heart pulsate,
Like the banging of parading battalion,
When all at once I blinked and saw
A cluster of stars in scornful dance.
Balm of peace is what I crave
To assuage the cold hand of pain,
And stem the gloomy tide of time and chance
That hold me in tight embrace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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