All your pain is felt as mine,
May all my happiness be thine.
Why sufferings hurt you!
For whom I wish happiness.
Why obstacles stop you!
For whom I wish the healthiness.
Why always the good are hurt!
I ask often to my God.
Why always the good are suffered?
I want to ask to my Creator.
Why the wicked are enjoying and making merry?
Bless all the joys to my dearest who is a strawberry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem