Look well,
Your look is well,
Let me go to hell,
But you are there
To hear my tell.
My tale is in
The form of poetry,
Go on listening,
Till the end
With patience and
Find truth therein.
Life is what we offered,
Life is what we experienced,
Life is with is, our not, though.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem