It is a world where;
I am the only one that cares for me
The only one that advises me
I cannot go through the thicks
The thorns are piercing and hurting
I went out to see my bride
She says no again.
My neighbor hates me.
I cannot make a living
I have not eaten.
The thirst is unbearable
The hunger unquenchable
My hands are yearning
My mind is a work shop
Lo, the devil is an owner
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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