He who weeps goes not alone,
Keep flowing, I beg of you, my tears!
A single burden suffices the soul;
One joy is never, never enough.
Destiny's plaything, humble speck,
sad and lost I stray;
Nevertheless I carry all with me:
I carry sorrow for company.
Translated by Kate Flores
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem