I live with almost all but nothing yet lacked
Yet I haven't enough.
Took the best from the best
Yet best Never enough.
I had read of kings in palaces,
Princes and princesses upon horses and chariots
All these were such heritage I had to squander
Yet my thirst I could never satisfy.
A leap at the other side, and these my eyes fed my lips
A food with numerous characters,
Sour and unfit for my tendered Puki.
Puki would rather be food to Jack, my neighbour's restless rotwailer breed than feed on the kings table at the other side.
Life to me was one dimension
But a leap and am on the other side
Too vague to be true I concluded
For a mirage I saw the other side.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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