These ashes are given to the conscious,
to remind us of our mortality.
Idiocy; dependency,
brings out the sense of ridiculousness.
Consistent happiness consumes prehuman remains.
Despair ferments close by,
unsure of the reason why,
the transporter folds to insane.
Tiredness comes blindly for mankind.
Slipping through our grasp; ridiculous!
Understanding will be upheld this time.
These ashes are taken from the unconscious.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem