Indeed nothing remain the same
This it has been from period of creation
Our riches and fame
Does it grant eternal salvation?
Obviously we aren't different from the dust
Is it the lender or the borrower?
Is it the just or the unjust?
Is it the one climbing up or the ones on the floor?
Whatsoever becomes your ambition
The path you choose to wed
And that that turns you on
Beware nothing is unheard
Even them in life that have suffered eviction
Who covers the sun with the hand?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem