There are no haunted hopes, but surmounted desires.
There are no demolished desires, but watery desires.
There are no trampled temptations, but silly childish temptations.
There are no pulverized and vaporized passions, but passion of passions, nourished passions, and mother of all passions.
There are no whacked wishes, but untraceable path.
There are no dashed dreams, but beautiful moony mares.
There are no fettered fantasies, but a bracelet of golden and pearled fantasies.
There are no amputated aspirations, but one heart, one skin, and one bone aspirations.
There are no attacked, hacked, and destroyed ambitions, but penetrable and naked ambitions
There is no Naïveté, but knowing what you need to know, what you want and need to want, and walking on high winds with long sticks made of desires.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem