I was so poor
Till I got this body;
No brain, no way
To think one thought-y.
I could not go
Either here or there,
Just floating above
On wayward air.
I'm glad I had
This fine flesh car,
Else I hadn't gone
Very far.
Someday I'll be
Like I used to be;
No head, no feet-
Disembodied.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good one, from start to finish. From whence we came, we shall return. True.