Thriving in the music around,
It is the silence I hear,
I strain my eyes to search for the woods,
Drenched in the burden I bear !!
The train’s whistle annoys me ,
Tired of the deceiving wheels , I am,
Let the deceiving wheels rust ,
Amazed at my body surviving, alive and forlorn !!
Pain satiates my blood,
Perhaps the spring bird has come to Hijli;
I envy the road, I envy the wood,
Patience and perseverance became my friends,
I didn’t die and I keep on growing,
Indigent flower I am ,
Even God rejects this wretched soul,
Deprived of the trident’s bliss,
How can I tell you to take the wheels ,
How dare can I ask you to come to me ? !