Sent to the prison, sending is a gift,
Like childhood and youth in a fit of glory;
My loves of this world are numberless,
Never does the ground grow beautifully.
May prison be admirable to the lame,
Love of this world is always alone,
Living gains enemies of the shredded earth,
To live you must acquire an university.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem