I'm tired of work and the heavy earth.
I'd like my spirit to float in blue skies.
O I'm tired of measuring my worth,
Via my possessions and my lifestyle.
I'd like to retreat from this absurd age
Of wantonness and greed. I'd like to write
Of magical things and wild, wondrous days,
And escape the clutches of dreadful night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem