I have never seen
Spring, the prophet of joys.

I don't know clouds
That travel everywhere with rain.
My skin is pale.
My throat is parched.
Why sould I grouse to God?
Still, I am full of life,
Breathing in the air,
Bathing in the sun
And sleeping in the night.

Why should I grouse to God?

All people never eat the same.
All people never wear the same.

A blind snake gets its due food.
someone , too, inside the stone.

Why sould I grouse to God.

He is to be praised.
He is to prayed for infinite.