it is yours
i know it is yours
i know it will never be mine
do not misinterpret me
i never wish it could be mine
i advise you
i do not wish it to be mine
i only wish that you should have kept it forever
now you have chosen to part with it
now you perish with it
God bless you.
i must have mine too but i must work hard for it.
God bless you.
i am never its slave
you have become another foolish hoarder
God bless you. God forgive you.
It has made you the most selfish
miser in the world.
I have no wish but to have a little only.
I will spend it. And then i am free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem