Life is a mist, 
lasting for a while, 
Life is a smoke, 
fleeting like a smile.
At the crack of dawn; 
You came to being, 
At the verge of dusk; 
You will cease to be.
Life can be bliss, 
can to be stress, 
Like a beautifully rose, 
Whose thorn do pricks.
Just do your best, 
Not to fail the test.
Though long; complete the race.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Great finishing of a poem with a great start... it really lasts for a while but we have to complete and win the race. love it.