So much pressure, so much weight,
upon your shoulders i would hate.
Yet you stand strong like the lion of christ
and smile at darkness and bring out the light
you laugh at evil when it encloses around you
you give it a wink so innocent and so pure
you smile when you cry and you cry when you smile
everyone around you will remember it for a while
the warmth of your hands when we're praying around you
brings red to your cheeks as though he's just found you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem