Poetic madness is a great disease
And it will continue unto the end,
You will live,
But you will not die,
A madness incurable
Though you may consult psychiatrists.
I have seen a practising poet calling himself
Hitler,
Another Chengiz Khan
Another Kubla Khan
Another lame-footed Timur Lane
Another Benito Mussolini,
The friend of Adolf Hitler
And the author of Mein Kempf.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem