Finally no darkness can keep out
the morning light.
The red flood-tide of the rising sun
drives out the blackness of the night
from meadows and homes of men.
Some day I shall surely return again
to bustling human habitation,
see faces of men and blossoming flowers,
see once again planets and stars
in the sky.
Ah, for what a long time I have not seen
for how long I have not heard
the song of birds!
Thirsting for light I have been
all alone in the darkness, an imprisoned soul.
I never knew, never felt before,
that life was so sweet,
In this abysmal cave of death
only a keen thirst for life
welled up constantly within me.
If some one some day asked me,
what was the finest feeling of life,
Well, I would answer,
Listen, then, my friend,
It was returning from jail,
always and every time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem