In the darkness of his heart,
Captured by aversion of eyes,
Floating in nightmare dreadfully,
Drawn in vanity of world.
As ever wanted to realize,
His main ambiguous point,
Permanent mind confusion,
Locked in frame of life.
So unjust, no way to compensate,
Ended with black shadow,
Neither friend nor foe,
No sound except voice of death.
For him no rule to escape,
In exile, gloomy and fatal,
Panic took hold of soul,
Gazed to plaintive destiny.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Neither friend nor foe, No sound except voice of death.' Beautiful poem.10