..and then
through an adversity
when life and its
pulses are
at the lowest,
that you shall know
who your true
friends are,
there are only very few
pearls left
in the box,
be glad, accept
this fact,
if you continue
on weeping, soon,
you shall not see
that there is still
a glittering gold
in mud, and it is
you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem