Here, the sole survivor,
here, buffeted by the winds of Fate,
protected by the prayers of my mother,
held up when I fall by my old father,
here, I battle with last breath and
heavy breath extinction
stress and delusion
no easy life, my Monsignor!
the balance to and fro moves
and Fate and Destiny will be
the arbiters.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem