The sky is gloomy,
The air is smoky,
The room is stuffy,
Still they are optimistic,
The snobbish men laugh at them from aside,
But they don't mind,
As they surely know in their pure inner realm that
The divine light of the sacred sphere is very near
To greet them wholeheartedly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem