So what would you say life is?
Is it joy or is it grief?
Is it liberty or captivity?
Is it freedom or is it slavery?
Is it victory or defeat?
What language do tears speak?
Is it the language of joy or of sadness?
What story do they tell?
Is it success or calamity?
What are the feelings that drive their ooze?
When in your sweet pool of joy.
Disturbs a ghastly taste of sadness.
When all your struggles and sweats
Pay you disaster and loss.
When men with power intrude your property.
When another man enjoys your sweats.
then I would say life is but made
Of sugar and of salt,
Of a rise and of a fall,
Of a summer and of winter,
Of a laughter and of tears.
But through it all.
You have to find the knowladge of the Lord.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem