Life is a boundless sea, on which men float;
Succeed we may to ride the waves of Fate,
Yet still within our paths there surely lies,
The chasm death, the voidless ultimate.
Love is a sacred shrine, to which men kneel,
Succeed we may the blessing to attain,
Yet rest assured the hallowed joy it brings,
E'en though sublime, somehow is tinged with pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem