There are some who loathe others' success,
And others who malevolent malice profess.
Some don't smile while others rejoice,
They feel elevated in death and shrill voice,
While others are afflicted by the world's woes,
Whether its their friends or their foes.
What then shall we say of this banal breed,
That prays that gloom and doom
May befall those of blessed and humble deed?
This we may leave to the Author of Truth!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, really like it. A great write.