N-o suffering, no success,
I-t's a swim against the tide;
K-ind clime after the storm
K-ills the fear deep
I-nside.
T-wenty-first October morn
A-llows your life to succeed;
H-aving conquered the waves,
U-sing the faith that you need.
N-o pain no gain it's true,
E-very ache turns to gladness;
S-urrender not to hardship, no suffering, no success.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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