Don't mind their mockery,
Continue wheeling your muse,
Your does is their dung-bakery,
Like that of the peak's crux,
Beloved you are,
You are beloved,
Saved you are,
You are saved,
Helm your chest against intimidation,
Where no failure will woo your fortune,
Drive on your with determination,
And no doubt will befall your tune,
Sacrifice your belief to forecast,
And you will be broadcast.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
such a brilliant write.liked it much