Who is to say what happiness is best?
Many claim to know the secret,
But few that I have met can claim success.
The dark are reviled for their life,
But is not the bitter, disgusting joy of pain,
Is not the wallowing in death and strife,
Is that not also sane?
Who are you to determine merit?
Who are you to judge?
Misery can too lift the spirits,
The poison may not all be drudge.
Dark power is power,
And kings may not be happy,
But they are satisfied.
And is that not their right?
Is it not our right to embrace the night?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem