What is this strange thing called life?
Is it but the existence of good and evil,
Where the soul struggles
To overcome bad and triumph in good?
Is it naught but light and shadows.
Contrast and similarity.
Typology and symbolism.
Is it but irony, metaphor and satire.
For sure, it is an uncertain path—
A maze in which many lose the way.
Life is an enigma with no answers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem