So long that arduous path does wind
that I am left to only ponder it's end,
For this life, a path treads on whether
we be weak in limb or mind.
Do you crawl along yours,
seeking lapses of solitude along a stretch
offering no repose?
Does your path curve and twist like
a scorpion's tail, waiting to strike
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem