In a rented house
We all Live in
For a few days.
And what is a day,
A day is some moment.
True, we know nothing
And we live in anxiety.
No word and nothing
Is there to give
Some relief.
We have to leave
The house, the period
Is going to complete
And it is very short.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A rented house indeed! Our fragile human body and brief human life. And yet, we have eternity in our hearts,