A sharp wave of breeze
Pierces through the dust-laden louvers;
On my face I feel blood begin to freeze,
Over it a cloud of pain lazily hovers.
Prudent men do learn,
From mistakes experience they earn
Out of soft and tough times;
Just as I who pens these mellifluous rhymes!
Pretty well the heavenly jury knows
That I’ve had enough of these woes;
And I hereby earnestly journey
To Canaan that gleams with milk and honey!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem