The wooden bed is made of best teak,
but I don't have time to sleep,
and in my mind is lack of peace.
The mattress, the blanket,
and the mosquito net,
are the best,
but I can't have a nap,
because I can't put my mind at rest,
because in my work I am so hard-pressed,
for a dead-line must be met.
Nowaday insomnia and sleep-deprive
are so common and rife,
so sound sleep and sweet dream are really Salt of Life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem