THE UNDEFEATED PERSON 

I stand alone in the field 
Locking house windows, all of you are shrieking.

 
I like the act of viewing people's spectacles 
and I feel that people 
are but a horde watching a spectacle.

 
I'm proud-I stand alone in the field.

 
I cry-I experience the suffering 
of wounds, assaults and thoughts 
but I'm proud-

I stand alone in the field.

 
I'm eager to meet 
young men who brave storms 
young women who brave attacks.

 
I'm eager to hold out a costly tray 
decked with tears strung as finely as pearls.

 
I stand alone in the field 
The moon is alone, the sun is alone, the earth is alone 

 

I stand alone, in the field.

 

(Originally written in nepali by viplob pratik

Translated by Manjushree Thapa)