The most compromised nature, Oh, my sweetheart!
Silently bearing the carelessness, hunger, and hurt
Though sufficient money power you have in your possession
But cannot utilize them in such of your depression
I'm your most unable, crippled, and aged husband
Could do nothing standing at the fag end of life, on death strand
Only praying to God to make you cure and fit
Your agony, my inability, eyes tears out, Fate laughs at; a great hit!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem