The cynical picture of permanent suffering,
Where the plot of my faltering existence is written;
Translates like the odious sentence of my orphan status,
But I remain strong and courageous despite my harsh daily life.
The unjust burden to which my wandering is attached,
When I am alone and delivered to the worst turbulence;
Declaims about the harsh and violent streets that mistreat me,
In a profusion of disappointments that I overcome with difficulty.
The vicious misdeeds of overwhelming poverty,
Will not undermine the determination with which I am marked;
And even if survival lies at the end of bitter roads,
I would take reckless actions to extricate myself from it.
The renewed effort which I vehemently decline,
By hard work that goes beyond my early childhood;
Denote the prowess of my remarkable tenacity,
Who galvanizes me in my pitiless adventures.
Whether I am struck by bad weather or rendered tired,
Whether I am starving to death or sleeping under a shelter without a dike;
I am conditioned to overcome my miserable ordeal,
And would not let go of my goal of achieving an ideal of stable life.