The bile of misfortune broke and diffuses away
his indulgent mind beckoned him to bay
where for sure, he thought to seek solace
a journey not too far from his place
in his reason, he forgets his father words not to dare
nor his heart glint in fear
bar-man! On top of his voice he shouted
for he had melted from soul to sole so frustrated
in rhythm and droning of the pop
music he grew insatireable, unwilling to stop
he emptied bottles upon bottles
that had stood in vengeance of untold battles
a phlegmatic figure
a man born to breed the future
got himself deserted in a fleecy memory
which time hold the key in revealing the story
before the night had gone to sleep
he had already grown so deep
his mind stupored in a topsy-turvy
which feliciously he could'nt survey
and began to wade through the pool of intoxicant
if he were himself, he could have recant
soon, too soon he fell to the ground
in bully his drink has given him all around
dews fell on him, the chilling hands of winter
and his dignity dripped like globules of water
into the abyss of history, where they all fell
with which someday it will swell
he made himself a universal prey
as a man will not neglect a ripened cherry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem