Why is it alright to run away when you are wrong?
Why is it alright to collapse when only a part of your heart is gone?
How can it be fine to blame destiny for all your misgiving?
How can it be fine to turn away from your true calling?
Why is it alright for us to take the easy way out?
Why is it alright for us to leave the conscience to doubt?
Why is it fine for us to ignore all of the signs,
At the cost of the honesty for which our soul pines?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem