A dry leaf that dead, to let the place, new leaves,
Bear the pain of coldness that turned it to freeze.
Give flames to chimney and bliss the breeze.
Ant found, accommodation and underneath it as ease.
A fly rest at him when troubled in water at cease,
Goats eat, having nothing all the day, for hunger’s release.
Ought agony to behave same, to place some new grief?
If they are not demise then man’s soul bear all in brief?
Should not, comes and courage man, strong their belief?
Oedipus’s fate that oracle’s play, rid into agony’s relief?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem