At Home

AT HOME It is a long time; I left home. It was dark and there were no streetlights. I thought to live better life far away from my home And failed to come back. My home was valueless to me It looked like a village yesterday, It is a simple town today, And it will be like a paradise in the future. The bees bit my brothers And sisters when they were looking for the queen bees. They worked hard to develop farming. Yesterday it was traditional farming, Today I can hear about modern farming, Harvest honey from the backyard beehives Without stressing the bees, The drinkers start drinking real lemon juice And proper honey in warm water. At home, Life is hard everywhere; Living with the bees, It is so hard. Life is like the game, Life is hard work, strength is life, But the weakness is death. It is better to die in the field – battle. A man who does not remember his motherland, He is a slave. I feel shame to go back home; I feel that everyone is talking About me behind my back And no one like me. Many people heard about the development of My mother country, and they wished them well. They are ready to crown the first winner. Many people compare me to a lazy man Who abandoned his native soil. Friends learn how to find The hidden treasure In your hometown.