Reasons never clear
And still you are dear
Virtues you have many
I can't count any.
Realise myself as a lamenting soul
Adversity has already destined my goal.
Vanity recalls me to rise
I'll survive if dies....
Reality is a secret but opened
And they can't realize
Views about me are different,
Influence, on my face, lies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem