Three Little Children

I observe three girls working in a field, So young, hardly reaching the age of ten; Gathering the leftovers of the yield, I see, far beyond, a grey chain of Ben...! One looks hopefully, somewhere very far, Is she, over her future, pondering? Or does she see scenes of a bizarre star? Leaving the sky, through the earth, wandering...? The second, carrying a bunch of hay, Lo, she stands looking at her little friend; Is she talking to her in a calm way? Is she asking: when will these hardships end...? The third, absorbed in her obligation, Though a child, works like a grown-up person; Her family will not have their ration, If she's lazy, things at home can worsen...! I adore you, angels, at such an age, When your companions are at the playground, In hard labor, tirelessly, you engage, For such a sacrifice you should be crowned...!!!