Mind and Soul - a secret meeting.
Little Heart... will she never learn?
Tirelessly we work and struggle.
Heart - carefree lets dinner burn.
Heart was careless early this morning.
She sang too loud and we awoke.
Diligent caretakers are so tired...
Yet not even once have we shrugged the yoke.
Really, sense must be imparted.
Heart stayed out late and caught a chill.
Up all night, she'll be with fever.
Perhaps it's time to exert our will.
Please dear thinkers, workers, fighters.
So brave and strong. So wise, so true.
Think of what it is you work for.
Heart is this so you can be you.
Heart's song kept you going at daybreak.
Heart's tears made you think and plan.
Let Heart be what she was meant to.
At least a little while longer...
Let her sing as long as she can.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem