your chickens are scattered on the yard
oh, how they have multiplied too easily
and your pigs, how fat and happy with their
noise even before their food are served
you have many sacks of rice still not dried
under the sun, oh, how rain can be so hard
headed these times of the year
you built a big house, strong and mighty
in the old neighborhood, but despite all these
fortunes and luck as you claim, you have
been overwhelmed by your sadness, you claimed
all the loneliness for yourself, you wish to die,
you keep on being sick, eating less, and
keeping things alone by yourself, upon a pain
that you cannot describe now. I see your tears
in bed, you never care to wipe them now, as
though saying, all these are useless, you
succumb to despair, saying you surrender,
a decision you make, and then in that house
with a big window, when you are gone, another
woman shall face the road, wave at strangers
saying that she is the winner now, and your
husband says he is happier now, without you.
p.s. please do not give up. Others fought to live.
others kill to live. yes, live, live, drink life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem