In the state of drunkenness, I
will remain happy.
With false dreams that broke
like mirror and the pieces
that stabbed in my heart, I will
remain happy.
With the separation of ages
written in the ink of destiny,
with eyes that lost its vision
of hope,
I will remain happy in my
drunkenness.
with glass filled with wine
and crowd of drunken men,
I will remain happy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem