I see the pathway,
How does it keep winding
Through the woods
Where I feel myself
As a lonely traveller
Taking to my recourse
To reach the home
Which is in the country
With the questions raking me always,
How far is the way,
Who has but the woods
And if the woods has been,
Who has but the tiger?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem