Shadows are broken,
Dreams are shattered,
And the imagination secondary
Proved to be failed bread-buttered,
As the truth smiles.
The poetry that gives birth
The joy of fantastic failure,
The ringing words of happiness
Attest agony of the loss pure,
As the truth shines.
The traveler today would travel alone
Perhaps with a happy heart of pain,
And the evasive secondary meets
The primary pleasures of reality's plain.
How blissful, do you know it?
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I would like to translate this poem
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