A sweeping evil from an unknown thought
measuring things unwittingly judged;
A candlestick of mistakes from right,
unswerving malady of any particulars
slowly creeping within a silent rage!
A lonely realization of right made wrong
measuring headaches within woeful heart;
A mountainous number of griefs within
to strike not stricken by needs
slowly rotting the flesh sublime!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem