Feeling so exhausted,
As the hours were burdensome,
Squeezing all my dynamism,
Good heavens! My thoughts are not sad.
This is how as Frost said "life goes on",
No matter how far the universe stretches its hands,
Time cannot be stopped by the sands,
Unless the One in proper moment makes Himself known.
One thing is certain- tiredness like liveliness is natural,
Must we deal with it by stopping every yell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem