In this hapless world so dark-
What stays yet for me to see?
Oh! bored and sick I grow each day,
To find such widespread misery....
Tell no more of worldly joys,
Whose frivolous 'tast' mundane-
Gives hardly but a thing worthwhile,
Except unwanted pain.
A stoic bend of heart perhaps-
Is what you'll take me be;
For who else writes such foolish things?
Save aimless men like me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Whose frivolous 'tast' mundane- Gives hardly but a thing worthwhile, Except unwanted pain....poignant poem to be written about the frivolous behavior of world & life.good indeed