All a lies,
This eating,
That drinking,
This play, that movie,
This talk, that book,
All a lies, all.
Still, I want to live here,
Strange!
And in the mud,
The lilies blossom.
The mind and the body
All in sadness. Strange!
In spite of the songs,
The dance and all freeness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem