perhaps we shy away because
we did not get much
oh that is wrong, we already
got much
or perhaps we wanted more than
enough, or more than that much
so we shy away like that and leave
the giver with a heavy conscience
but we have our own miserable fault
or faults if i really have to account
for that, oh, when she got sick we
shied away, oh, when she got too lonely
did we care? we did not, too pay
attention to her needs of warmth
of flattery, which those who want
to take something from her are
very much willing to give, and we
thought we are not like them,
we shy away because we tell the
truth and we hurt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem