It was a dry and barren place and you seemed so far away.
My soul was so warped and withered that I couldn't pray.
A long and difficult road had led me to this dark place;
for I had wandered from the path and could not see your face.
Such foolish things I often do, my whims to satisfy,
then I find that the joys they bring pass me so swiftly by.
I've sold my soul so cheap and then almost too late I find
that it's such a difficult road back when I change my mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem