Forlorn you become: only because gale swats you?
Stand unflinchingly, it will scram too.
Dusk and murk will flee far off,
And the dawn will come with the Sun of new hopes;
Let the world sneer, just advance far off.
Only assiduously and relentlessly work,
And do your work with a perk.
Be supreme exemplar for the world to see,
Rest not until you cross the sea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem