Life,
With strangers crossing the borders;
To enter tinot another land.
Muse,
With rangers along the borders;
Trying to stop the strangers.
Strangers, rangers!
Like the tag of war;
All in the name of life.
In, instead!
By the roadside;
With the muse of the strangers and the rangers at hand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem