A heart unswaying on the water surface.
What burden is this; a love without a tragedy?
Such frail the human soul,
who are we to judge?
So easy are we to drown,
like a heart unswaying on the water surface,
so heavy that it sinks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If you were Gertrude Stein, and lived in the Paris of the 1930's, then I would say this is a great poem. Adam, this poem shows vision and sensitivity. Best of luck.