Shifts, lifts!
Like stonemasons who quarry in the hills;
To carry on your own burden,
Facing your own life!
Able to marry someone you love,
In the future.
Shifts, lifts!
With the muse of your birth;
Going along with your life,
Facing the odds;
Only with the muse of the truth!
Able to overcome along the line.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Superb! ! ! With the muse of your birth; Going along with your life, Facing the odds;