In the drama of verses
I saw more than in the
drama of life for I saw
very little of rote.
open the door - let in
the night winds and the night
ghosts and shrouds - in their
company you will pass your
sadness.
do not grumble about destiny -
no, do not - let it steam-roll
it takes where it wants
we must obey
and with bent heads
go down the stairs of the stage
when Destiny decrees
the drama finished.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem