Disdain
Disdain is the fortune,
And belly of all the sins that prohibit man.
Yet even when in doubt I see a moment
Of despair so clear and usual that I must
Reattend to perusal.
And then I see more clear the moment,
The becoming day of some number or,
Everlasting bliss which happens anyway.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem