Making a living compared to making a person live are
inseparable on earth.
How you say? Think about it, why don't you?
When the world is helping you help yourself, things
go on just fine.
Then when it pours it's cruelty upon someone, making
them live in spite of themselves wanting to, causing
a vibration of despair to begin to fill that person.
Life although continuing from outward signs has in
fact, stopped living within, for hope and faith have
seeped away and are no longer filling them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The death from within more destructive than the death from without...Very powerful poem.