heart could be so heavy
especially when it's filled
with stormy wave of life's tides.
I wasn't sure of the scale
which such heart could be thereby weighed.
In this last few fortnights
weight's been lost and appetite caged.
this I wanted to be and that I wanted to be
more sorrows and unhealthy blood
makes heavier the heart
yet hustle now and then -no gain but sorrow-gained.
mortal men make sick themselves
for nothing but vanishing vanity -
trouble is made by mortal men.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem