Like a newborn babe
Girdled by
A colony of ants,
Like a bird in
A wooden cage,
Like a prisoner
In the Bastille,
Each human life
Is ensnared with
A great number
Of hurdles:
The path of life
Is never laden with
Silk and blossoms.
If we endeavour indeed,
We'll attain life's ambrosia.
If we endeavor indeed, We'll attain life's ambrosia........... indeed; exactly right
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you so much, dear poet for your time and appreciation.