[Phonoho]

There is something truly organic in the tone of this. It shamed me the second time I read it, I guess because it struck me as very sad that such a tenderly worded poem could be left all alone here with not even a tormentor for company. Well, here I am, and I think it's beautiful.

An impassioned tale of life in a world of limited freedoms - poverty, censorship and do-nothing politicians - and of how a glimmer of hope still glows within the homes and hearts of the oppressed. It makes a strong statement but does it gracefully and in the tone of a voice from the valleys and hills - the true voice of its people.
It's not hard to read but it must be read slowly and purposefully, as if listening to an elder, maybe even doing a little rearranging with your eyes, but I think it reads wonderfully as is. I found myself reading it with a mildly accented ear. Good work here, especially with the ethnic flavor of the translation.