Some speak; 
Not that you may give them an ear, 
But that you may give them a meaning, 
And a direction into their dreams.
Just like a newborn baby cries out loud, 
so that you may cover it with a blanket.
Some laugh, 
So that you may see the sorrow that stains their heart and put out their lights; 
With a fading flame of hope that you may rekindle theirs.
Some surrender their lives so that we may live, 
Some hurt, 
So that we may find a reason to love.
Some cry and pray that we may be forgiven, 
And live life freely without guilt.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    