I was Desolate
Morose
Furious
Sulk,
Feigning to be a recluse
Spend whole day
In a melancholia
In a predicament I was.
Resolute to whimper
And avoid -
To jeopardize
My hillock of happiness
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I would like to translate this poem
Spend whole day In a melancholia... devoid of happiness. conquer all depressive thoughts and become a great and happy poet. thank you very much. tony