The momentary storms come and pass,
The hair only disheveled in the wind,
The undaunting steps never stagger
The strength of people
joined the moment, with steady steps,
The caravan of life
Never stoops, never stoops to calamities!
Dark night remains not,
but bows to the red breast dawn,
Every human applauds the bright morn,
Will take hideous sick breaths fearing the darkness?
The caravan of life
Never seeks life from the stars of fate!
The fragmented clouds in solitude,
Not better than the moving life,
Life waterless, shadowless, full of sand,
The way desolate, homeless, unlighted,
The caravan of life
Even facing defeat and strife
seen never tired!
The heart setting the aim clearly,
Moves the stream hopeful ever!
Walking unsteadily, is the picture of death,
Stopped midway, is the flow paceless,
The caravan of life
Can’t be drowned in the river of disappointment!
