My foot is taking me,
My eyes enable me to see,
My mouth is uttering something,
If all these are right
What I am doing, and doing
For whom, tell me, my dear,
If you know.
I am a straw that is dry
And I cannot do anything here,
You just tell me who has
Kept me here and for what purpose,
I am unable to open my eyes
And my ears are not able to hear
That are truth and that are beneficial.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem