The ducks are paddling in the pond,
They are natural in its bosom,
sportingly one is trying to defeat another
As if the game will end never.
The pond water is their own territory
where they will create a new history,
They believe no other force can drive them away
As their unity and indomitable spirit will keep it at bay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem