I'm a flower, planted in a basket.
I grow on the window of my mom.
I will not be teared by a cat, and
evil dog at me will never bark.
An everything bad that ever touches -
I know how to turn it into good.
I'm - the holy sun, and I am righteous
that's what a man should be as a rule!
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Я - цветок, посаженный в лукошко.
я расту у мамы на окне.
и меня не растерзает кошка,
и собака не залает мне.
все плохое, что ни прикоснется -
я умею превращать в добро.
я - святое праведное солнце,
как у человека быть должно!
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I would like to translate this poem
The most fragile living thing - a flower - delivers the strongest message of aprreciating the gift of life. The flower does not surrender to fear (the cat and dog) , acknowledges its dependence on the sun for life and invites us to live our lives with a similar goodness. And best of all, the flower can turn evil upside down and reveal the good inside it. Your poem expresses H-O-P-E. In fact, it makes hope absolutely real!