The shameless wave of impenetrable disgust
The despair of living with a disease that cannot be forgotten
A happier life, I do rightfully lust,
And my children are but movement beyond my control,
Leaving me to feel nothing but rotten,
So let life take its bewitchery, and let me come forth from my soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem