'God will provide'?
Maybe He will.
But where's your pride? !
You're sitting still?
Go very far and find
The goose with the golden eggs:
She's very kind.
And the skull-like eggshell breaks
Your dying light will sheen like gold -
You'll be concealed in God's fold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem