I know not
Why a man weeps
And stricken with grief
And for what
When he knows he would
Left the place
Empty-handed alone.
Life after life
A man is going on
But he knows little
What life is and
He is unable to think
The water and the fire
Are the same thing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
man in grief knows life better..