I've suffered disappointment in waking dawn dreams
and desired to expire;
In a previous lifetime, I was a sage with secret messages
and mystical instructions;
I was once a poet but now merely an empty man
with a loss of words;
I'm distraught beneath the morose moon
that weeps at midnight in fragile light.
I'm an advocacy for desperate prayers that weave their way
through the conducted conspiracies of demons;
I must exist to reconcile my immense defeats
with the eventuality of undeniable victory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem