High noon,
The sun is
In the angry mood.
Stay here within
For all good.
Nothing to feel sorrow,
Also, nothing to overjoyed.
Let the birds fly,
Let the bells ring.
I smile
With no triumph.
And I live
With no falsehood.
Life is to tolerate all
For all good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem