There are people going hungry, I know.
But there are also people who have too much to eat.
And then, there are people like me, who could go anywhere,
But choose to stay low and know to do good.
There are people worse off, I know.
But there are also people who are better off.
And then, there are people like me, who could go anywhere,
But choose to stay low and share sorrow.
So, after all this,
I think I have the freedom to fret inwardly and want to be happy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem