Contained in what’s so fragile, could break,
And soaked to preserve its state.
But why prevent its being defaced?
It was wanted dead, in the first place.
Defenseless, it was so deprived
The right to choose, to live, to die;
Borne, by fate, by whose heart was stone,
And dead before it was born.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very touching poem, great read!