arose a second in the scared hour of this life
where everything you say is not true
when you dream of what has been said
when everything around sleepoff your eyes
even the skies you see seems to a lie
and what you see is a floolish man walking
what you worked been stumbled again
and even your loves ones laughed at you
what do you seem to read of
and see what you learn of
and if i may say of it
and if you look at it
you have been lied to
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem