All sorts of calamities
Are here with us.
But we need no help,
Or protect us,
We want to fight ourselves.
We know, our death is ours,
So also our life.
We want nothing to remember,
We know the value here.
More or less we are here
And we are careful.
We know meaning has nothing
To do with us here
Or there or anywhere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem