Is there something left for me,
To set my goal and aspire for?
When fond hopes in my heart,
Start to dry out and wither?
When my faith in many things,
Starts to darken and glimmer,
When the enthusiasm is dead,
And no longer a driving force?
For this cold, uncertain universe,
This old, uncompromising world,
Does not want even a little share,
In man's tribulation and sorrow.
When everything begins to lose
Their purpose and meaning,
Is there still time for dreaming?
Perhaps, I will just wander...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and then a ray of light or note of bird song will enter and duskyness will evaporate.....