At lamp,
When the world
Slides into peace,
On family I muse.

On a white sheet
An image ink stamps.

The trunk binds all branches
And all twigs hold leaves.
They bear summer
And pains of autumn.
Spring falls in their laps.
This, I hope,
Will be discussed in parliament
And go into effect soon.
No conservative man
Or any cleric will take arms
To tarnish this portrait.
Harmony is their strength,
Sharing their remedy.
I wish to be one of them,
Serving humanity.