No one can count,
The waves in the sea,
That appear and disappear.
No one can say definitely
The shape and sizes
Of the cloud in the sky.
No one can measure
The time that is here.
The trouble and the disturbances
Are there and that are but common.
We are to go with it
And we are there to get success.
No one can measure our success,
And it is not countable also.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem