Hopes less, desires wide, some are thankful
And some have a disquiet, and some ones
Disaster is others delight; we are too anxious.
To have around us the shadows of utter delight.
But we are held by a force, we're unarmed.
Our legs are tied with ropes, and our tongues've been
Sealed, we've no lofty hopes, with the liberty
You can make your own luck.
and in slavery.
You will always grow sick; today we dwell on
In inequality, unjust and tyranny,
and this gift
Is given to us by the lords, who cherish the hostility
Oftentimes, they wish to have their own monopoly.
On all instructions, resources,
power and
The treasury, to heal this wound will require time.
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I would like to translate this poem
Singing stream, tyranny disappears, great write