Day comes when one loses hope,
What one can do, does not know
Then what can one do to sow?
The seeds of glee, and be happy;
As one has to cross the passage of
Deep burn to reach the mind of tranquil snow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sow the seed of glee and reap the fruit of ecstacy! ! ! ! Magnificient write! ! ! !