I’m on the place where I called the bleeding side
Still on dreadful time, O how I always fail
Stirred by loneliness- the thing leads me to wail
The joyful days were tossed to the endless tide
Worried for the future; dark sorrows divide
Clouded by sad tears and thrown away by gale
Alone and brokenhearted; smiles fade and sail
Finding an inner peace, how gently I tried
Suddenly, I woke up for this thing: patience
Even I’m weary, I knocked the lovely gate
The courage made a whole lot of difference
And I found the true happiness as I wait;
Standing and walking with gladness on the shore,
Waiting what will happen and doubted no more.
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I would like to translate this poem
, , power of patience, , , Waiting what will happen and doubted no more. a powerful message in the end, , , nicely written, ,