LIFE IS TOO MUCH OF A MYSTERY
Who can dream the sadness of what I am
Or why I am?
No one knows who we are
We ourselves do not know
Sometimes we believe we are something
And sometimes we know we are not
Life is too much of a mystery
Not to be awesome and beautiful
We cannot begin to live
Until we know that we will
Will never know
Who we are.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem