In all words and in all laws,
There is light and there is the clear picture.
But we the mischiefs are trying to
Pull back the wheel of progress
For our self-interest and
For this, we suffer much.
We dare not to speak the truth,
The truth is there before us, though.
We are not blind, true,
We have both hearts and minds, true.
We know the road-map of joy, true.
We know both coal and gold, true.
Still, we are helpless,
Still, we have no idea about the sunrise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem