Run smoothly against the slopes overheating the legs,
A castle is built for the kingdom to arrive at the doorstep.
Many hypocrites define my actions as insane,
However much I warn myself on encountering them.
A chasm attacks me when my darkness is thin,
The deep ravine of sights reminds me of more light.
Run in a broken manner to become a man,
Transfer the guilt that was built by becoming a man.
Again fix the eyes and ears for the enjoyment too slim,
Open corridors of pain too fine, so involved everyone is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem