Night's dread-famed hounding
Devil dog's, snuck in!
What horridly bleak,
Dulling, foggy weighed
For states is trailing.
No muzzle can mute
As mere suggestions
What weary brains curse:
'Life? Of all things vain
Vainest attractions! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem