Where take I this little fortune
Upon the measures of my obligations
To fight my self problematic battle
and cater for and feed my little nation
Though the sun wakes to find me alive
but only to add more to my daily cries
Silently do I endure this pains
that leaves sorrow upon my heart a stain
How hard on this ocean that I may float
with the elegy in a mans throat
O death, O life
so sweet so bitter
O children, O wife
upon my heavy shoulders
Where take I this little wealth of mine
That I shall provide for my daughters and sons
for everyday I wake with jars devoid of wine
as the morning accost me with the ugly sun
Long have I lived to wake with tears
with poverty and little fares
It's bitterness to wake with such shame
that made each day seems the same
Where beneath this heaven can I cope
With the elegy in a man's throat
O death, O life
so sweet so bitter
O children, O wife
upon my heavy shoulders
The end of a poor man is really not cool at all! So much unfulfilled potentials.
Silently do I endure this pains that leaves sorrow upon my heart a stain How hard on this ocean that I may float with the elegy in a mans throat... such fine poem and great thinking.. hardship and poverty can be also a way to come out of it by working hard........ thaqnk u dear poet. tony
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem, , sure for 10 give them chance it is cruelty on the people who had struggled hard to throw foreign yoke but local leaders have bargained for the power the people have suffered a lot and became poor the local people must rise in revolt and deliver the jolt if they surrender willingly accept it and give them the chance readily Hasmukh Amathalal