هل انا إنسان ام أنا الأحزان سؤال دائم يحيرني وعلى مفارق الطرق يتركني ولست ادري حقيقة نفسي تكويني وسر أحزاني
ولا اعلم كيف الحزن يصطادني ولا اعرف لماذا اضحك او ابكي ما عاد الضحك يسليني وما عاد البكاء يسعفني تأخر الطبيب كثيراً فماتت روحي في جسدي تحجرت من قسوة الدنيا تجمدت بقاياها في أطرافي فاصطكت أصابعي رسمت على مقياس رختر ملامح حزن تشبهني درجات فؤاد مكسر وبقيت عيناي تنظر تراقب من حولي
We all grow up in this Garden called Life, There are many inner and outer strifes, In the silence, in the silence, In this beautyful garden of Life! There are weeds and pests in this Garden called Life, They are know as ignorance, greed, and vice. In the silence, in the silence, In this beautiful Garden called Life. Every garden needs sunshine and rain, In this garden you will find joy and pain. In this silence, in the silence, In this beautiful Garden called Life! Plant sparsely, your harvest will be a pittance, Plant bountifully, your harvest will be munificence, In this silence, in the silence, In this beautiful Garden called Life! Did you plant deeds of joy, love and peace? Or did you drop seeds of hatred, conflict, and gloom? The world will know by the plants' bloom. In the silence, in the silence, In this beautiful Garden called Life!