Be on guard or the anxiety of life
will embed shards deep within the
heart, and peel the layers off to
pour salt on raw wounds. And Behold
the gate of life is heavy, and it is
difficult to sweep the doorsteps.
Thieves seek to climb in at the window,
but ye who knock will find the door
swings wide open.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem