Torn pages of sweet painful stories
Browsed by hands of addiction
And scanned by eyes with anticipation
Cut the metal sheet cover of the corpse
A faint shadowy trace follows every footstep
And spread its aroma like a burning incense
Seeping through the bones of the soul
That melts it like a rusty sheath
The coolness of the heat
And the delight of bloody sweat
Strengthens the frail force to withstand
And combat the sensation of human desires.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem