I always bring a frightened mind with me,
There is lack of many things
Now my purse is very frail
And the drum of rice is almost empty
And in my dream I see the days of starvation are looming over,
And I wake up in perspiration.
Someone's song of new days
Is unbelievable to me
Yet in my leisure I hum the words of that song
And ask myself,
Will you not come?
Will you not come?
The poem is okay but there is, perhaps, an 'e' missing in the last word of the caption.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nothing is certain and static Even mighty people are shaken Often a wise move at every step Makes the rest of life best... The truth shine only in dark days The persistent is the real one... A reflective poetry. Will you not come? ... Thll