When I rise,
My poetry rises,
When I fall,
My poetry falls,
But that day I saw in my dreadful vision that
My poetry had fallen in a deep and infamous well,
Immediately I jumped into it with my fullest strength
And rescued my dearest poesy from the miserable situation,
Then I elevated it to the highest position.
My beloved poetry began to sing with great ease and delight
And with it I also got my true momentum.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem