If pain could fade easily,
And encountering thorns would be unknown,
If love would come to each one willingly,
And pat on the backs of the ones thrown,
If words could be drawn,
From the profound well of feelings,
If rose buds were born,
Without any thornful dealings,
If childhood could pass,
Without hunters and sticks,
If a strong based house could be built,
Without their playful bricks.
Life can never betray,
A happiness sucking kiss,
It's their deeds one needs to pay,
Because problems are what you'll really miss....
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I would like to translate this poem
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