Lonely was I in my cursed previous life.
Stronger am I now beneath this lovely tomb.
Life's but a play rehearsed once in the womb,
Replayed again till stabbed by a knife
And here lies my spirit to the day of doom.
May here know I the truest rest, not in the former gloom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
brilliant write...depicts a hard life and the hope for a better after one keep up the good work