You have worked hard to be at the front,
And now you have succeeded to make it,
And the world are looking at you,
Today you only pray for privacy,
So you can do anything you want.
You get greeted when you hate it,
There is a lot of friends to go by.
You get greeted when you hate to.
Your peace and quiet times are over.
You ran back to be a man of God,
For you can not take it any more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem