This Is The Land

This is the land of grief, This is the land of pain, This is the land of problem, This is the land of trouble, This is the land of death, Still this is our favourite land, We don't want to leave it, Its sky is known to us, Its air is known to us, Its colour is known to us, Its smell is known to us, Yes, this is our dearest land, We always try to find a better place than this, But we never succeed, When the sun sets And the birds return to their nests, Gradually dark and silent night reigns, Being tired and weary, Soon we fall deep asleep, Then the great angel whispers to us, "This land is the heaven for you, This land is the hell for you, Indeed this is everything for you, You must be satisfied with it."