I can turn lead to gold
A coward to bold
Alas, I'm in pain
All of them in vain
Still I remain bald
Τον μόλυβδο μετατρέπω σε χρυσό
Σε γενναίο μεταμορφώνω τον δειλό
Μα πολύ με πονά
Αυτή η ματαιότητα
Το κεφάλι μου παραμένει φαλακρό
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An alchemist with no hair found himself in a bit of a snare, with useless combs in his pocket, no curls for his rocket that hadn't lifted off in years. Present company excluded of course. lol