“Across the dense, dark jungle
Which stretches on endlessly, gloomy and vast
With its huge trees, like stern towers
I try to keep up with my father’s brisk steps.
Dear Father, I’m dying of hunger and fatigue.
Look! My feet are torn and bleeding
And I’m afraid of snakes, tigers, and wolves.
Father, will we ever reach out destination?
Dear, child, there is no place on earth
Where you can bask in pleasure and comfort
Our path is not strewn with beautiful flowers –
Go forward always, even if it breaks your heart.
I see the thorns prick your tender skin
Your blood is a ruby on the grass near the water.
On the greenery your teardrops
Sparkle like diamonds on emerald.
For sake of all humankind, do not lose heart.
Be firm and sensible in the face of suffering
And be happy to have such noble ideal.
Go forward – if you want to walk
In the footsteps of your Father.”
