Man with a beard
A white beard,
Long, lost the Man on the hill
Down and up, up and down
Than cross-wise random totters
Totters
As if falling, but no, not
This is called a certain Human Race.
What? A Human Race.
Yes, unfortunately; though he has such a Mind-Brain.
And that certain Human Race glees in that tragedy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem