Happy fate, researching all the time
Your interest for me
Constantly decreasing, I attest
Never you put me on the head, a crown
I called you for help in hard
And I hate my fatal error
But you let me eye-n sun
Like in baobab a chimpanzee
I begged you to give me courage
And if you didn't do it, well
Good or bad, what I wrote is mine:
Don't formulate claims for partition!
And where the fate not endure,
Quietly you washed your hands
Better I would be cut-dally
Rather than dream literature!
I stop and I don't blame you
As you ignored me, I do the same
You are a strictly part from
A factitious decor, fairies!
(translated from romanian)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem