Sorrowful sounds penetrating the interior modes of
intellect, collecting tears in heart's hands, holding
them carefully so they don't spill out of my eyes.
Not wanting to be reminded of the sorrow gathering
closely in the circle of my soul, as it watches all
the things that are causing grief in life.
Wanting to ease the pain it brings, but knowing that
I must go through and experience it to the fullest so
life can be ended without experiencing disappointment
after leaving this world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem