To a Workman, a would-be Suicide
MAN of despair and death,
Bought and slaved in the gangs,
Starved and stripped and left
To the pitiful, pitiless night,
Away with your selfish thoughts!
Touch not your ignorant life!
Are there no masters of slaves,
Jeering, cynical, strong —
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem