I am the most unhappy man,
Honest and offenseless, though.
I am the most unhappy man,
You wish all good to me, though.
And here, at this time,
I am in trouble.
I am the worst sufferer,
You have given me
All the good fortune, though.
The dishonest miscreants flourish
Here freely and my
Existence is in peril.
No one is there to bring
peace and harmony for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am in trouble! Facing the ways of life. Thanks for sharing.