he sees to it
that there will always
be extra porridge
in the kitchen
not for us
but for those weary travelers
who may have lost
their way
food must have no name
trees do no choose whom to give its fruits
there must always be food for everyone
even if he has no name
no position
no money to pay
no future to mention
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem