Life, let it drift into the midsummer seas.
A meaningless, endless torture of the thy soul, blessed be.
Diverged in paths no man wished to foresee.
A sorrowful life awaits thee.
Life, beautiful yet painful, truthfully written.
By the one who bares all creation.
A purpose, is it not what thou seek?
But without a creator thou shall not reap.
Life, as they weep for their beloved.
A reminder of death, as it crawled.
Repent not, thy shall regret.
A punishment awaits. Haven? lost.
Life seeks just but does not pay.
A crime of passion sinfully displayed.
Now stupidity and idiocy goes unpaid.
But remember, haunting starts, anguish replays.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem