The eye sees afar and yearns to get
But the leg like a slug
Takes reluctance along with the mind undecided
To go or not to go
The heart makes a pledge
And the elbow glue with aradite
Refuses to stretch
Sometimes the hand's willingness
Is held back by the mind's dilemma
Of to give or not to give
But what man yearns to get from man
To his own satisfaction, he should willingly
Give to his his type
For to sow now is to reap tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To sow now is to reap tomorrow. Nice work.