I am lost, in this land,
Where no man can sit, where no man can stand.
No one understands, until the end,
There's nothing to commit, nothing to hand.
Those highest peaks, beloved sands,
Trail our falls, down where they begin.
For it is not for what is man,
But how was, and how not,
In living.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
no one understand anything here. good one.