First of all to do, i know,
Is to know what i really want to do,
For that may not be easy, though,
I spend sleepless nights in thinking so,
Love to seek care at the same time,
Hatred do come first some time,
But, what i want to do?
Where i want to go?
I do ask myself every night, every dawn,
For that may be a good start.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem