For one year whole
I laboured, I toiled
To serve the fatherland
Under the sun I suffered, I suffered
Under the rain I pushed on, I pushed on
For I know that someday,
It comes to an end
And I know that one day,
I shall raise my head
But along comes a labour
A different kind of labour
A labour to survive
To survive the fatherland
The fatherland I served
I served for one year whole
Now I know that NO DAY
Shall come to end the labour
For it comes and goes,
It changes face around
For that it how it is
The labour goes round a-round.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem