“Down the road I travel,
Ages of loneliness ahead,
Upon reaching my destination,
I shall surely climb into bed.
Up the ladder I climb,
Never looking down to earth,
Not wanting to fall down and down,
And ending in a painful rebirth.
Through the tunnel I go,
Always in darkness am I,
Keeping a lantern in my hand,
To keep a shining light nearby.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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