No joy,
To ask for joy
Is also foolishness.
Joy has
No end and as such
No beginning.
Is no one really joyous?
Then what for this creation?
Am I hypocrite then?
Am I not fit to live in?
My style of functioning is doubtful
You said again and again and
If it is so drive me out
If there is joy for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem