No hope, nothing.
No pain, nothing.
Where there is hope
There is pain.
Where there is gain,
There is pain.
We all pots
Call kettle black.
Animated we all
Prey duplicity
Gookluck.
Not catched by dog,
We go together
With our own luck.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
take pain and and find there all gain..